Since our last correspondence a lot has been happening - today my mind is a bit of a blizzard but I will try to stay on track. Firstly, my jaunt to the Snowy Mountains of New South Wales finished up, and as I drove down the mountain range ever closing the gap back to real life, I lingered on the moments which were created over the week - Open fires, manic dinner conversations, staggering falls over the slopes and Sailor Jerry's and coke with lime to ease the pain. Cabin fever during the whiteout snow storms, which raged for days, before flying free across a new days powder, skidoo rides and late night looping sessions - memories for the ages, and I cannot wait to get back #thisislivingbarry

One of the most important things that you will ever know about me is how much I love driving. I was nearly twenty- two before I was legally able to drive, but if I had known how freeing the open road was I'm sure I would have been first in line on my sixteenth birthday - better late than never, I suppose.

Making my way back up the coast to Brisbane gave me time to think - rebalance, refresh and ponder that particular time in my life and all things surrounding me. Adventure, love, time, music, fortune, and all of the thoughts that consistently linger in my consciousness. Although these are everlasting I may not always give them enough time amongst the hustle and bustle of everyday life. The sixteen hour drive home was full of beautiful scenery, the best of company, and trains of thought in their abundance.

For the last couple of years I have felt a bit off centre within myself, and hopefully I can articulate why. I have been busy, and maybe I was too busy to really understand that there was a shift in the way that I had started to see myself - Perhaps it was a blessing in disguise to finally see that I, in fact, was only a musician. Learning the mechanics of the craft, but as such losing sight of the art.

To clarify, I don't say 'only the musician' with any sense of condescension. I mean that within myself I had started to identify as a mechanic of music, day in and day out, instead of a human who used the music as a tool to extend artistic expression or a feeling of truth. I think it was both a sense of maturity that boarded the windows and doors - metaphorically - and played it safe while that same sensibility has me writing this journal to you now, sharing unfiltered thoughts.

I suppose the conclusion of this blog is that I have realised that more than someone who stands onstage with a guitar in hand, I am not a musician. I am a human being with something important to say. I can't quite say it all just yet but for now, I'll simply say that I appreciate your time reading this and your presence in my world, and never forget - We are more than what we do, it's how we use our energy to connect to the people in our lives that defines us.


Yours in music,