Finally what you’ve all been waiting for – indulgent pics of me and my friends doing a thing that may seem glamorous but was in reality a fart-laden foul-mouthed stress-fest
Albeit brilliant and beautiful.
Myself, my band and wondrous producer Lachlan Carrick spent a week recording my first album at Real2Reel studios, just outside of Bunbury, WA. The studio is set on twelve acres of wholesome family-man land. James Newhouse, owner, operator and wholesome-family-man (his subheading for the doco), pottered around all week being impossibly knowledgable about the mechanics of recording but, more impressively, about heaps of other classic country stuff like bonfires, having sheep and tomato relish. I mean, the guy just knows how to make his own relish from stuff that he grew in the ground. He was gentle-spirited, he was patient with 5-6 noisy smelly potty-mouths and would show up sporadically with coffee for everyone. I wanna thank him for painstakingly assembling a practical-magic land conducive to creativity and my stress.
Lachlan Carrick of Hogsmeade lived a magical full life filled with music and experiences that made him my perfect music-mate well before I met him. Then I met him and we became perfect music-mates. #magic. He covers my deficiencies well (he’s a creatively limitless, organised straight-talker) and I, his (I find nice ways to say stuff). He courageously left his infant child who was about two minutes old to come and sprinkle his magic patronus or whatever over everything (only ever read the first Harry Potter, is it obvs?). He was efficient and brilliant, calm and generous, wise and fun. Despite all that, Will (bass/feuxpas) called him a ‘hideous slut’ on day 1. Keep in mind this was not only day 1 of recording but also the first day Will and Lachy ever met. Luckily, it weirdly became a sweet little term of endearment for our hideously slutty friend, Lachy.
My four lovely friends came and recorded for a whole week. What they got was hopefully a memorable experience, no money and hastily thrown together instructions laced with stressy nuance from me. They killed it. You’ll hear it. It was all a bit like school camp really. The cabin fever, the grumps, farts, literally truth or dare, shit in-jokes (the cleverest of which was simply ‘sausages’… just like saying it) and just those sweet sweet #bonds man.
Hero behind and before the lens, Matt Sav agreed to come down for an afternoon and shoot us doing whatever it was we were doing at the time. We were kicking the footy, recording some prepared piano and having a bonfire. He captured the spirit of the thing cos he’s the best. Enjoy a selection below.
Album will be out later this year after I record some vocals and do some yoga!
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