“A noise annoys an oyster, but a noisy oyster annoys an oyster more”
This is a tongue twister that my dad’s mate Tony taught me when our families went to Wilson’s Promontory all those years back. Thinking of it now takes me straight back to memorable Summers.
This sound clip is of the daily routine of buying groceries to get by day to day.
The second sound recording is of myself playing piano and singing some lyrics I was messing around with at the time. I will never give up playing music.
This photo summarises my opinion of how restricted the Australian Music Industry is. With such a small population and large land mass, It’s hard to establish yourself as a professional musician – almost a sacred profession…
Which has led me to consuming music at parties. This photo is more though about the emptiness that I have felt recently since my housemate moved back to Singapore. This was his last gig. From now, his music will continue to play, but he will not be present.
I think I am quite a sharing person, which is certainly necessary in any sharehouse. Bread makes up a lot of my meals. I am poor.
Recycling stacks up when you are forgetful:
This is my view walking home each night through the back alley. I lost my keys recently and haven’t been proactive about getting another cut.
The smoke represents my often smokey/unpredictable nature. Sometimes good and sometimes bad…
