Narratives resulting from Covid-19 would have to amount to billions. Some tragic or at the least situation-changing but, mostly count as mere inconvenience in the scheme of things. Such as being coerced home halfway through our well-planned and half-enjoyed trip to New Zealand (all we experienced was amazing, but we only experienced half on the [...]

While my musical space was elsewhere during the 1980's, I remained aware of bands of the time, with their big hair, big shoulders and baggy pants. Despite being a dedicated prog rock / classical guitar aficionado, much of that charting music resonated and instilled itself into the soundtrack to my life. The Police, Ultravox, INXS [...]

The earliest memory I've been able to drag from the rusting vault is one of me sitting on a bare concrete floor, lit by angled sunlight, while my father painted 'Cannon' on the lid of a small, green, moulded-cardboard suitcase. In my twenties (perhaps thirties — I don't remember ;-D), I related the scene to [...]