I haven’t written a blog for a few weeks now. Suddenly I seemed to have dropped the habit of the weekly outpourings. Ah well, its best to go with the flow.
Its not that I haven’t been writing at all – I have – just not the blog. The most important writing has been happening in aid of our upcoming Adelaide Fringe show, and what an experience that has been.
Some shows can seem like a struggle from the start, even if you can’t pinpoint the exact cause. And others like this one seem to have a life of their own from the point of conception. I’m working with colleagues Kate Burr and Kehau Jackson on something that we think will tickle many fancies this coming Fringe season, and the show is writing itself.
We decided to move from straight standup to comedy cabaret. Of course with cabaret comes music, and as none of us are musicians it would seem that might be the first obstacle.
To date we’ve now written five songs – words and music to four of them and words to a traditional tune for the fifth. Like those bumble bees who fly because no-one has told them that they cannot according to the laws of physics, we couldn’t see why we shouldn’t write our own stuff. The main reason was to avoid the copyright palaver of using other peoples music, but its now taken on a life of its own – move over Carol King, Peter Allen and anyone else who’s in the way. Wood Jackson and Burr are recreating the Brill Building here in Adelaide. Watch out for more info soon on a show you’ll definitely want to see.
Its Father’s Day here in Australia, so I’d just like to give a shout out to all the good Dads.
Also, to the men who’ve been good fathers to me in one way or another:
To my own Dad John, who passed away two years ago, love you and miss you dad.
To my darling husband Steven, thankyou for being such a great dad for Michael and Andrew, and for David.
To my brother in law Dave, thankyou for being an alternative father figure throughout my life.
To David’s grandad John, thankyou for being a great grandad and teaching him to enjoy fruit!
To my father in law David, thankyou for welcoming David and I into the family and being a lovely dad-in-law.
To Father John McL, thankyou for the love and spiritual guidance. I miss you and think of you often. I know you’re still looking after me from wherever you are.
To Jim Martin, my best mate’s dad who’s done so much to help me – especially when I was at my lowest ebb.
To Arnold Halliday, who welcomed me to the Halliday family almost 20 years ago.
All fine men, all good men, and all should be proud of their abilities as dads.
Happy Fathers’ Day!