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My father died in 2012.

My mother followed last October.

If she could have had her way, she would have followed him right away, but it took her three years and lots of alcohol.

They had known and loved each other for half a century. They couldn’t live without each other. Both were broken people in the end… my father because he never found success and artistic recognition, and my mother because my father was broken.

It was the kind of love that’s as beautiful as it’s terrible. And I’m scared, because I’m so much like them.

This is a song about them. And about me, I guess.

Botany Bay’s back catalogue is available here.