While I was out walking this morning, a song from my 2014 CD Invisible popped up on my playlist. With rekindled memories I listened to a few other tracks and decided that the quality of my home studio recording and mixing back in 2012/13/14 was pretty good, after all. Anyway I digress; as I listened [...]

One of the joys of having a number of decades behind you, is each carries a plethora of memories and experiences. One might argue there is something wrong with a psychology if one tends only to remember great experiences in amazing detail, good experiences fairly and, bad? Well, for me the 'bad' seem to vaguely [...]

  I set off at 'sparrows' to Hobart last Tuesday with a Cooper-boot full of novels, CDs, bookmarks and t-shirts - plus, of course, a modest overnight bag. I had plans. Despite negotiating myriad roadworks that began on the highway at Perth, the journey took a sprightly four hours. Traversing the Midland Highway is going to be [...]

I was heartened to read the reflections of someone who had purchased and read The Tramp, as a Kindle version of the novel, from amazon.com.au. " 5.0 out of 5 stars"The Tramp" Makes Compelling Reading By Amazon Customer on 6 March 2017 Format: Kindle Edition I found this book a compelling read and I was reluctant to put it [...]

“London, 1989: On the verge of musical recognition, tragedy tears Robert Aitken’s world apart. He turns his back on the city, the industry and the people he loves; walking away with little more than two guitars, a hat in a box and ‘the beast’ shadowing his every move. Over twenty years later, two ex-London music lovers have relocated to Australia. In an unlikely quirk of fate, they stumble upon a man bearing a nagging resemblance to the one who had vanished from London all those years ago, reluctantly performing to a few indifferent locals in a ramshackle pub in Tasmania’s North West. A bitter recluse, scarred by unceasing guilt and stalked by his unwanted companion, Aitken is compelled to relive the events he had chosen to forget, in the hope he can at last make peace with himself.”

A little over two years ago I had a pivotal moment, a spark of an idea that grew with every iota of my attention. That spark, the product of a dream, began to slowly take on a life of its own. At first nothing more than a few jotted-down recollections and a chord progression, the 'entity' sprouted four sturdy legs and [...]

Tiger Dreaming

The who?

The Tramp CD_Novel MockThe Tramp is my novel. The Tramp is my music.

Working towards the latter stages of the novel’s development, the manuscript is midway through its second edit, and while that is under the eagle-eye scrutiny of my editor I have begun recording the music for the CD. I plan to have them both wrapped up in shiny new packaging that will look something like the above concepts, launched by late October 2016. Today I have instigated a crowdfunding campaign to help make the dream a reality. There are rewards for followers’ generosity, and I hope crowdfunding will not only allow me to share my passion, but everyone have fun along the way.

Please check the link below, share if you like, join in if you will. If you have positive feedback, feel free to share. If you have something negative to say, I’m sure you’ll feel compelled to share that as well.

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The who? The Tramp is my novel. The Tramp is my music. Working towards the latter stages of the novel's development, the manuscript is midway through its second edit, and while that is under the eagle-eye scrutiny of my editor I have begun recording the music for the CD. I plan to have them both wrapped [...]

Tiger Dreaming

The last captive thylacine died in Beaumaris Zoo, Hobart, on 7 September 1936. The creature’s death hardly caused a ripple of concern at the time, which is unsurprising due to Tasmania’s focus being how to drag itself from the clutches of the Great Depression.

Thylacinus cynocephalus, Tasmanian tiger or Tasmanian wolf was a marsupial, but due to convergent evolution they bore a striking resemblance to a medium to large dog. Being an apex predator their numbers were never high, but they were soon to dwindle dramatically due to fear, misgivings or, well, just plain victimization.

Branded a sheep and domestic fowl killer they were systematically trapped, shot and poisoned. When The Van Diemen’s Land company, and later the Tasmanian Government placed bounties on the creature, their survival prospects looked dim. Coupled with habitat loss, the introduction of feral dogs and a crippling disease, the thylacine appears to have sadly faded…

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