KC the Singing Dog
I started to notice that KC really liked certain harmonies. If I played an A or a G chord, she would stretch her neck out and howl a little bit, like she was singing…
I started to notice that KC really liked certain harmonies. If I played an A or a G chord, she would stretch her neck out and howl a little bit, like she was singing…
Flash-forwards to 2054: I squint down the road. Is that a car? They’re getting rarer and rarer. Most people have upgraded to anti-grav ships or jet-packs, these days. Yes, it’s a car. I lift my thumb a bit higher…
We went out to Cedar Bay to visit my old mate Wilson the basketball. It’s a 17 kilometre hike to Cedar Bay, through the national park. No roads. You get there by foot or on a boat. This place is nice and quiet. Shannon and I took about 8 hours to do the hike because…
One of the crazy cool things about being a nomad in Australia is all the beautiful, hidden away camp sites I find everywhere I go. This one is just off the Bruce Highway, on the banks of Barratta Creek, about 10 km NW of Ayr. It’s free, unofficial, wilderness camping, accessible in a car or…
Old mate from the council comes over, with a security guard in tow, and tells us:
“You can’t busk here unless you have a license”
We look at him like he has just landed from another planet.
“Of course we can” I tell him. “It’s our birth right as humans to play music wherever and whenever we want…”
We rock up to the Goldy’ Rollin’ down the road. KC ‘n The Moonlight Band, Lookin’ for bed and board. We don’t got no money, But we got the blues on be assured. First stop is the beach reserve, Gotta find a place to camp. Ideally next to a BBQ, And a slinky skate…
While we weave, Bianca tells us a story… “Mum has always been an activist. She has always been a proud and vocal Aboriginal woman, but when I was in my teens I was ashamed of who I was. I grew up in a context that was profoundly racist. At school I was regularly…
“When I was eighteen, I just went off and travelled… I didn’t have anybody watching me, or criticising me. I didn’t really have any money, but it didn’t seem to matter. People were so helpful and generous. My family reported me as a missing person. The police saw my truck parked in the street. They were like: ‘why don’t you call your mum? She’s worried about you.”
…As we climbed higher, the way got narrower and narrower, and the walls steeper and rockier. In the narrow passes there was moisture in the soil, and plenty of grass. It was a perfect wallaby habitat. As we came around a rocky outcrop, into the head of the canyon, we stopped dead in our tracks. …