quaoub

learnt to play and sing and write many times over - the old tired lesson - but i've wasted time. i'm not a very private person but i suspect something dead deep within me... i have another instrument that sounds like a melting banjo but lives in syria. my father still drives at his age and he called yestreday. my mother is back in the country and singing, often in punchbowl, often homebush. did i ever tell you about the time i picked them both up from ljubljana airport.....