So today was an interesting day, I found out who won the Centrum Guardian Project. Writing this piece has made my eyes water maybe once or twice and I can’t show that emotion to these hero’s that live among us, cowboys don’t cry I tell myself. But they are amazing people and live humble lives and make the world a safer place to live. They are all winners at the end of the day!

But that wasn’t what brought dampness to my eyes, the simple word of pride comes to the surface. But this word pin points to one person that gave birth to a son that when he grew up he became a hero that saved lives, because that’s how wanted to change the world and make a difference. This unsung hero was not able to be there today. He was needed to be a hero again, in a place where people are set free from their lives on earth. He accomplished what he set out to do, and made the world a safer place. It doesn’t matter how he passed away, but he made a difference and his pride and honor will always live on.

Watching his mother slowly walk up on stage to go and receive her sons award was something that only spells out the word pride. It must be hard to outlive your Childs life, but this little old lady had this energy pulsing off her. She had the memory of her child, and she knew that he lived his life to be the best he could be. She was proud to have been able to call him her son. She was standing there with his award while everyone clapped for the memory of her son. For her the award will always tell the story of how her son made a difference to so many people’s lives. The dampness in my eyes was brought on because of a little old woman that had a son that made her proud to be his mother.

Everyone has a story to tell and their story could add an important lesson to the chapter of one’s life. This little old lady made me realize that pride will always live on no matter what happens. Being able to see how the Centrum guardians changed the world by just doing what they love and saving lives. It’s good to know that there are people out there, that are willing to put their lives second before yours. Life carries on and what dreams may come. Thank you Centrum for opening my eyes to a world that’s blocked off from everyone, it’s because of you and this amazing project that we are starting to see the hero’s again. 

Here is an old magazine advertisement for MR Price I did back in 1999... I was 13 years old here with my bleached blonde hair. That year I shot a dozen things for them at least once a week. I actually forgot that I shot for them back in the day, but then again I was always day dreaming. 

I have 3 nephews and a beautiful Niece… I have learnt allot about where I belong through them. It’s strange really but in makes perfect sense. These kids are just growing up and the way they see things is totally different of what we see. I’m a hero to them and to be honest its one of the best feelings knowing that they think I can do anything in this world. I just want to show them that I can, and I will never give up until I do. But this isn’t about me, it’s about me putting them in the light and seeing what they will become and achieve in this life that they live.

Let me begin with my beautiful Niece Georgia. Trying to write something about her just makes me laugh, she is honestly going to be an entertainer when she grows up. She Loves being in the spot light and performing, but what sets her apart is that she is really funny, like really really funny and she is only 7. But you reading this, you will say all kids are the same and they love being centre of attention. But not my little Niece, she has something very special and unique going on and she stands out like a shining star in the dark night’s sky.

Ben the 2nd oldest is a special little man. I have never met a person that is so wise and so polite and he is only 6. Ben is such a good kid and so aware of what’s going on around him, he doesn’t hold back to speak his mind and isn’t afraid to teach you something. He doesn’t see himself as a 6 year old and you can see the frustration in his face when people speak to him like he is a little child. Ben will grow up to become anything he wants to be, the kid is a genius.

Next is Luca… The day dreamer, the kid doing his own thing and teaching himself and not worrying what other people think. He is only 5 and you can see in his eyes that he will always follow his heart and do what he wants to do. He isn’t afraid yet gets shy if there is a pretty girl around. I find it hard to see what he wants to be. He can be anything he wants to be, but I think he just wants one thing that will always be staying true to himself.

Jay the youngest and is also the one with the courage to speak his mind and say how it is. He is almost 3 and the terrible two’s shall pass. But this little guy will more than likely become a lawyer because he loves a good argument. He still the baby out of the bunch so time will tell!

The next generation has so much potential. But I am always going to favor my team. They are good kids and will become great in whatever they decide to do. I promise to be the best Uncle I can be, and be there for them when I can. I still have to take them surfing which I will do very soon when I visit them down under, lets hope I find a gap in my busy life, I cant miss any more of their birthdays. Just sucks when I have kids one day they will be all grown up. But then again they will make great baby sitters! Let the kids run free…

So I was asked the other day what type of music I like in an interview I did. I can speak about music for hours and hours, it takes my mind on an adventure and makes me day dream. Sometimes it makes me think of someone special or it just brings back a lost memory. Basically Music is also a big addiction for me as it is for most people. I was born in the wrong era but then again music changes as the times change so do the artists as they leave their mark in our ears.

I have to bring up the topic about commercial music now days. It is so bad that I honestly believe that all these commercial artist are going to die without leaving their mark. I guess they are more 1 hit wonders coming out of the wood works by the mass market than actual talented people. Gone are the days when one could see Jimi Hendrix bring music alive from just jamming a few chords on his electric guitar, gone are the days when fans would faint and the near sight of their favorite Beatles. Music of the past carried stories and painted pictures and created memories.

People never say I went to this club and the DJ played this song and I was lost in the lyrics, not a chance…There are no lyrics, there is the same beat with repetitive words that mean nothing as it was a mass produced song that the only enjoyment you will get, is if you drink more and lie to yourself, even take drugs to try muster yourself of what it actually takes to enjoy it. Your only memory is of you throwing up and your shoes with your ears buzzing from the base blasting in your ear. I also blame the radio for playing the shit commercial shit, that’s how shit it is… Because the record lable makes more money from pumping out commercial crap, which sells more alcohol and drugs, making clubs more money, hence making them more money! Im sorry but I freaking hate commercial music and Im not going to pretend and lie to myself that I like it.

 Imagine being at a concert where you saw Jimi Hendrix set his guitar on fire… Now that is something special. Im talking about the 60’s allot because that’s when speaking out in music was the topic of the world. As the ticking clock passed, we left now with the confusion of what happened. Don’t get me wrong there are some amazing talented people out their making some incredible pieces of art. But if you don’t look and keep your ear close to the ground you will never hear them.

Music at the end of the day is and will always be the language of us all… The great thing about it is that there is no right or wrong way to enjoy it, everyone has their special song that takes them away. All im saying here is that for me it was the music that started the change and created the freedom to express your self. So the music from the 60’s will always live on in my heart and I hope I will pass it on to my kids one day. As Lou Reed one song lyrics go; Take a walk on the wild side.  

Time is moving fast yet it feels so slow. This past week has felt like a dripping tap, something has to change or I might just lose myself. The words I shall lay down on this page is my means of venting, yet I shall do no harm or by any means there is no danger to these words I speak out.  Drip drip the tap goes, the more I tighten the more my hand hurts, yet the pain is screaming out “be patient!”

The sunrises as it sets with the clouds building up and the rains wash the story away. Breaking free is not enough  any more,  and running from your past has come to the surface opening my eyes to seeing starving kids on TV with the only  living things not starving are the fly's that find a nest on their face.

 I now speak the language of the kings and queens, yet it means nothing of words that I can muster on this page. I speak out because my body and mind is screaming out for a drug, the drug being the substance that carries your life source to the sound of lyrics. Hear no Evil I cry out, I shall do no harm to my body nor my mind as I point my finger out as the sixteenth chapel describes to what my energy and life all boils down too.

I point to my eyes as they blink like a camera which takes a snap shot of what moment I just saw.  A group of people standing there laughing, yet the one soul stands there with doubt on there face, yet no one pays attention to ask how their day was. As a beggar asks me for some change and I wonder if I give you some coins how will this change your life for the good, as smells come out of the bakery as they have just taken out fresh bread from the oven. My stomach is an emptiness pit yet, feeding it will bring me back to square one.

Someone honks at me as I cross the road with out looking, as in anger there best defence is the harmless honk, yet if you hit me you would have been in the wrong even though you had no control of the situation and the guilt that a simple mistake can haunt your dreams and dent your car. Paying no attention as your life flashes past you! You say to your self what a wonderful world. Yet you didn’t come up with those words that paint bright colours around your life, when in actual fact you are the one who has to mix the right colours for your future so that you can paint it, yet adding too much of one colour can ruin the picture. Do you dare use just black and white and letting your imagination fill in bright colours into those gaps. The tress will always have green leaves in the summer and spring but fall to the ground as the wind changes and the birds no longer stay perched on their branches. Time to move on and I say goodnight but never good bye, just till we meet again.