One magic day

One magic day

  It’s a weird time of year, here in Aotearoa-NZ. The last days of October and the beginning of November. In the Southern Hemisphere it’s simultaneously spring and Hallowe’en. We have kids dressed as ghosts and goblins, walking the streets in the evening sun,...
Name dropping

Name dropping

Names hold power. Our personal names are vectors, co-ordinates by which we locate ourselves in time and space, relationships, culture and more. I’m still bearing the names I was given at birth: Alice Mary Bulmer. It’s not a very harmonious collection of names. For...
Songcatching

Songcatching

How to write a song: The other day a client said to me: “I’d like to write songs, but I don’t know where to start. How do I choose a good songwriting course?” This is actually a complex question! Writing a song is incredibly personal. Vulnerable. Even more than a...
1966: A year in my life

1966: A year in my life

This is my story about the strange and eventful year that was 1966. It took me all the way from a bungalow on the volcanic lava slopes of Auckland/Tamaki Makarau, to a haunted Elizabethan cottage in East Anglia and back again. In 1966 I learned that the world...