The Circle of Life

Yesterday I dropped my phone.

In the horror of what was to come I shut my eyes and chanted (almost religiously) the words" No, no, no. Please, please,please." In the hope that by some miracle my phone had softly drifted to the concrete below AND that the cracking noise I heard was just in my imagination.

Unfortunately, the reality was that my much beloved iPhone was smashed. So much so, that any effort to touch the touch-screen of my phone would be at the risk of cutting up my own finger. It was in that moment I had to come to terms with the fact that I had broken my very first iPhone and my connection to living!( a bit OTT but, that's how it felt).

So for me, today is a day of morning the first iPhone I have ever owned, in the same week in which I received my first iPad. And they looked so good together!

Maybe my iPhone couldn't take the attention that he was no longer getting? Maybe I pushed my iPhone to far a side?

R.I.P My first iPhone -  a day.08.12 -29.03.12

Oh Pho!

Anglesea beach - Anglesea, Victoria Australia, 2012

No man is an island. BUT one couch is.

Surrounded by a large body of carpet, our flat's couch sits calmly in our lounge room, patiently waiting for our return from what ever sort of day we have had. Whether it be a lazy day in bed followed by a wander though the nearby streets, an early morning rise to an awaiting bike ready for you (to pedal to what ever destiny you seek) or, the early ( slightly grumpy) riser returning home from yet another day of 9-5.

What draws us to this island? Is it the sense of safety it expels from its warn-in leather folds? Or is it the way it is perfectly poised within our flats lounge room space. Right smack bang in front of the T.V, with a view of the street and in line with the receding afternoon sun.

What ever it is, I was ready for some long awaited couch time when I returned home from work today. It's not an uncommon occurrence that, my flat mates and I, return home believing that we will achieve great things and...inevitably end up spending hours of the night sitting on the couch.

That's not to say that sitting on your arse is a bad thing.

On the contrary, it is one of the few times (for us) that we get to share experiences, laugh (or scream) at movies and argue about our views on the world - life and beyond. Some nights, like tonight, the merge to the couch was seamless and simple. Your house mate kindly offers to make you Pho, a meal you have never had (yes, you heard me,never!)and watch a Japanese film, whilst drinking lemon ginger tea. And you strand yourselves on the island that sits in the middle of your life - and lounge room.

DAY TIME.......night time

I have started walking at least 3 blocks to my car to avoid having to pay to park at work. Last night I stayed back to finish my assignment which is due in two weeks. Needless to say, I forgot with winter quickly approaching - it get's dark and scary real quick. Keys in hand, in a position similar to Wolverines claws I crossed the highway and began my walk through the quite back streets of suburbia, to my car.

Whilst walking back I started remembering that when you are walking in the dark and a little freaked out, your mind starts to play tricks on you. With my senses heightened (in fight or flight mode) I felt as if I could hear the breathe of the guy walking on the other side of the road, in my ear. It was as if he was standing right behind me. I even remember shuddering when that exact thought crossed my mind. My keys, jingling in my hand started to sound like I was jugging pieces of shattered glass in my palm. The crickets, chirping away started to sound like they were screaming hysterically, or was it I that was getting hysterical?

I started fantasising what I would do if I was attacked. Would I go for the classic nut shot, or would I try to swipe the assailant with my keys, Wolverine style? Would anyone hear me if I started to scream? Would I be able to scream? Or, would the fear be so great even my voice would run away to find safety inside my body somewhere? AAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHH!

Night time, 2012

But of course nothing did happen.

I reached my car in the safe, dark, silence. Drove home to the warmth of the flat and acted as if it was nothing.

Ready to do it all again tonight, with my keys in hand.Wolverine style.

Day One. Pic

I think this picture is called Aurora, but I can't be sure.

Before "vintage" hit it big in melbourne for people my age, my mother was collecting these 50-70's portraits of women. I guess images will be a big part of this blog and, like in this case, sometimes the images will come with explanations and some won't.

Day One. Dawn.

I guess you could say that this is just a trial to see how far this goes.

So here it is....

The idea for this came as we were driving back home to Melbourne after playing at yet another music festival. It dawned on me that being in my early 20's,  I am living in an exciting time of my life, where my friends and I are growing up and starting to make a splash in the Australian music industry. Of course not all my friend are musicians. Some of my friends are lawyers, journalist, photographers and graphic designers, and a lot more other things. Just last night, at this particular festival I was talking to another musician about how we have grown up differently to our parents and how we, in our generation, have the opportunity to follow our dreams no matter what they are, and it's ok.

I think because I am experiencing something I never thought possible, I decided it woud be an interesting idea to document my experiences.

Sunset - The Hills Are Alive Festival, Somewhere near Foster, 2012