I'm not sure whether it was Jens Lekman, Andy Bull, Sean Lennon or Liam Finn who identified the songwriting principle: in simple terms, ...

I always wondered how she knew: "You haven't practiced this week..." It was never an accusation, as such. It was a statement o...

It was fitting that I was in a vintage clothes shop when the thought crossed my mind. It was a wry thought, an admittedly sarcastic thought ...

I deleted your number the other day. It is stupid, really, because I know it off by heart. I had this soul-destroying tendency to sporadical...

I feel as if I have forgotten every feeling prior to this moment. Happiness, lust, yearning, ambition, hope. It has all drained from my hear...

For many months now, I've lacked the courage to write this piece. The piece where I explain why I have decided to give up one of the mos...

There used to be a tremendous amount of romance associated with "the young struggling artist". The term tends to slightly reminisc...

Approximately seven days ago, I committed Facebook suicide. Honestly, it wasn't a decision I had considered lightly because it really wa...

It would appear that there is a neverending cavalcade of my old musical loves, making their way through Melbourne town. As hoardes of people...

I hate not being able to talk to people from your past. Not those superficial people. But those truly important people who know you better t...

Happy New Year, everybody. With any luck, 2007 will be as delightfully unpredictable as the years preceeding it. I spent my new year doing a...

Don't worry. I haven't abandoned C&CM. Despite the lack of posts, it's been something that's been at the forefront of my...

Yesterday, myself and many others received this email from Simon Knight, my station manager of four years: I'm sorry to have to tell y...