WHAT FIGURE?
August 21, 2026
A late Friday night.
I didn’t have lunch so, I ate dinner at 6pm.
I say it’s good for my figure. What figure?
I keep looking at my camcorder every time I leave the house. I keep thinking, “I need to document these thoughts. I need to know how I felt before I change my life.” I never do it. Is there some part of me subconsciously that is reluctant to change my life? If I were to document the metamorphosis, I would actually have to turn into a butterfly. I would have no choice. I can’t just be this caterpillar in my little cocoon, safe and happy… comfortable.
I’ve been reiterating the sentence, “I’m trying to do the impossible,” more times than I can count this year. It’s true. To dream the impossible dream requires something that I know I possess but… will dispossess everything else. My time, my relationships, my sanity. Will it be worth it? Absolutely.
But it’s never a guarantee.
That’s why I work hard.
That’s why it’s Friday night and I’m on this blog.
I’ve got Going Global this week, then Brisbane for Big sound the week after. I’ve got a few moves ahead and a summer awaiting its fate. Even if I have this little caterpillar inside terrified, my soul, my body feels the inevitable pull of destiny.
I’m awake enough to know I have to move.
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MEANJIN
September 4, 2026
Another late Friday night.
This time, from the airport. Three days in Meanjin. Three days that felt like stepping into some superhero universe where everybody's superpower was music. Whether that be as an artist or as a titan of industry. That's certainly how it felt to me. I was some elevated version of myself wearing a mask to conceal what... I don't know. My heart and mind were open as I searched for genuine connection. Enjoying each day as I walked the Valley, basking in springtime sun, backed by favourable winds. At night, we stepped into sonic worlds built by musicians with dreams like me. To make it, to be the greatest.
But navigating brief, fleeting moments is a science I have yet to master or completely understand. It's beautiful, I see in it the art. To spend even five minutes with somebody, eye to eye, baring your soul, with club music blaring in the background. Are they listening? Can they picture the world I've just invited them into? Or are they thinking about what they're having for lunch?
Of the hundreds of people I encountered, I met a handful whose light made the journey worthwhile. From dinner companions to jet-lagged panelists and community leaders, the essence of my experiences at Going Global and Big Sound have been the lessons. That final night, I locked myself in my room and wrote so much. Inspired. Clear.
On the flight back home I knew it. That this was going to be a BEAMING SUMMER.
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A GALAXY OF LIGHT
September 16, 2026
The come-down.
At the start of August, I survived the plague. A joke originally told by a close friend. The weeks that followed demanded an energy and a focus unknown. I shed layers of comfort and safety to keep afloat. But the sting of the onion unravelling was inevitable. Fragments of reality slowly reappeared as I clocked back in, as I caught up with friends, as I sat in traffic by myself.
This lurking shadow. This secret growing in size from a whisper to the truth. A truth that a north star has died. That beyond the limelight, I'm finding it pretty difficult to see through. To dream the impossible dream requires something that I know I possess but... how does one endure?
Then I think about New York. I think about the album I'm making. Movie and sitcom ideas. I think about my best friends. I think about how lucky I am that I have the gift of words. That I see worlds in the ideas birthed in my mind. And then I think, I'm so lucky that I love it. I love music, I love art, I love stories, and I get to do what I love!
Is this toxic positivity? I don't know.
A north star may dim but I've got a galaxy of light before me.
I let my words and creations lead the way.
Carry me where I may fall.
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