I never thought I'd play again after the 1970s and 80s. I was tired, jaded, disillusioned, and sick of the road. I was also married with two young children. I wasn't a great father, but that's another story for another time I guess.
We've a great house band that plays at 12 Bar Blue every Sunday, and we've been there for a couple of years now. It's true to say that people come from all over for the Sunday night, and we've made friends for life from those gigs.
Part-time, 25 hours a week. Obviously I jumped at it.
When you're 56, and a door opens, you grab it. Well, I do anyway. A job where I've enough time to gig? Surely it can't get any better than that? It does get better though, because it's a great place to work.
People in the "communication business" are often the worst people at communicating among themselves. It's a dream job, and I deal with teachers, pupils, school librarians, to try and paint an accurate picture of education here in Cairns and its surrounds.