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 [...]

After many years thinking about it I've finally gotten myself into the routine of regular live appearances (well, at least more than once a year). The Spirit Bar Tasmania offered me a spot some weeks ago and I've been invited back a couple of times, I'd assumed to apologise but it seems there are some [...]