The first full length album of mine, the first of many, I might add, is called Goldmine. It displays various influences, but the stories contained within it are mine. They are from my life. They are my losses, but they are not unique to me. These songs were written between 2006 and 2008, but they are the results of a life spent rootlessly wandering, that culminated in a coming home of sorts in 2005. Goldmine, the opening track is a haunting waltz time tribute to an early childhood memory and the promise that the future always holds. There are straight out love songs, from the bluegrass feel of Annie, to the Gillian Welch inspired fingerpicking of Blackbird. The Grave Of Margaritis sprang from a Sunday afternoon spent in a local graveyard shortly after the death of my father, and Mary, the closing 12/8 is dedicated to one that got away. This is a slow burning album, a meditation of sorts, melacholy but not sad. Where there is life there is hope. Goldmine is available for sale on this fine website, immediately, as a digital download, or you can wait a few days, checking your mailbox in anticipation, until the real thing arrives. Music like this, chock full of acoustically recorded instruments played by real people, recorded in an old house on the side of a mountain in Northern New South Wales should be played in the least compressed format possible, and preferably on a decent stereo. Tuned up. Breathing. Not squashed down to a tiny suffocated mp3 file played on 'in ear' headphones. So do yourself a favour, buy the CD, endure the wait. Unwrap your new purchase, grab yourself a cold beer, hot cup of tea, cigarette, your loved one, whatever you need to hang onto for 51 minutes, and press play.