Take It Easy | The Glass Age Diaries | Feb 1 2024

Coat, hat and gloves on, I scoop up his school bag / randoseru (?????) by the leather shoulder straps and heave it onto his back. He pushes the door open to leave for school he turns to me, sighs and says: “Another long day at school for me.” It can be hard to get the...
Silence Is Never Complete | The Glass Age Diaries | 30.01.24

Silence Is Never Complete | The Glass Age Diaries | 30.01.24

Two men in their 70s do Tai Chi at the park. Wearing matching sleeveless bomber jackets, warm jumpers and khaki cargo pants – their bicycles discarded by a nearby tree. As if lead by a conductor, they move effortlessly and gracefully in sync. I imagine a...
Writing is my reset. Every Brick.

Writing is my reset. Every Brick.

Writing – whether it’s songs poems or diary entries – is my reset. It’s my cleansing routine, it’s my “Excuse me I just have to go and freshen up”. Writing is my therapy and my friend. Writing allows me to escape but doesn’t punish me for the privilege...
Songwriting Campfire: A Matter Of Life And Death

Songwriting Campfire: A Matter Of Life And Death

Hello. I’ve got a beautiful playlist to share with you. The list was created yesterday by my asking the question “What song is meaningful to you this morning?” – to each of the 15 songwriters present at the workshop I was leading. THE PLAYLIST – A MATTER...
Up On The Roof | The Glass Age Diaries | December 29th 2023

Up On The Roof | The Glass Age Diaries | December 29th 2023

It’s a sharp, cold morning down at the bay, 5 degrees and dark clouds hang low on the horizon, giving a ghostly feel to the pre-dawn. I’m pleased to see one of the sun worshippers back – we’d all been worried about him and it turns out he had indeed been in a...