Song suggestion update Following some really interesting comments and suggestions regarding which song from 'The Tramp: The Music of Robert Aitken’ I should submit for the Vanda and Young song competition, I found the responses, regarding not only the music but lyric content, interesting and insightful with the following front-runners: the self-demanding tale in 'Hold [...]

I have decided to donate $50 to the Nordoff-Robbins Music Therapy Australia. Well actually, to the Vanda and Young Songwriting Competition to be exact. APRA AMCOS, of which I'm a proud member, tell us this is the world's most prestigious songwriting competition; 'It aims to support talented songwriters while raising much-needed funds for not-for-profit organisation [...]

Since its release in February 2017, many responses I have received from happy readers of The Tramp have been encouraging, flattering — even inspirational (ego-busting, my wife suggests). From the music's perspective, listeners have commented that the thirteen songs on the CD take on a completely different meaning once one has read the story — [...]

“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 [...]