new year’s revolutions
the year ahead is slowly beginning to take shape. looks like I’ll be leaving my beloved mountain village and returning to the hustle, bustle and tussle of the city. opportunities keep arising, and a good pal has come thru with a great house to rent in a solid, convenient location. it’ll be a bit of a culture shock for me as it’s in what I would term ‘the burbs’. in my years in sydney, I’ve never lived anywhere west of balmain peninsula, so this will be a big change. but it’s near the guitar store, where I’m considering picking up teaching again. and it’s not as far a commute from gigland, from where I’m feeling a little disconnected of late.
sometimes the writing just appears on the walls. the guesthouses that I’ve been doing some casual chefwork at are both going thru major management changes. the owners of my local pub have canned all live music as part of a new sweeping “cost-saving move” (and we all know where that economic rationalization usually leads…..). so the winds of change seem to be blowing me back down the hill. the new house is large enough to comfortably set up the recording gear again, and then I’ll have no excuses not to get back to this album that seems to haunt me.
my son callum is here for a few days. we celebrated his 14th birthday yesterday with lunch at my old pal james’ cafe in mudgee. it felt a little odd to be back in that town again, it’s been just over seven years since I moved away. it felt comfortable and foreign at the same time. I’m enjoying having some dad-and-son time again.