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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
Here comes another day, and it’s hauntingly familiar.
She left without a word, there's not much one can say.
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 — [...]
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 [...]
“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.”