Fairy Floss & Broccoli

So, the short story is that I’m in Sydney for a brief visit, caught off guard and out of focus, taking a photo of the Opera House.

The moment seems to have arrived where I’m ready to let my old—and…

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Homage For My Estonian Father & Grandmother

Homage For My Estonian Father & Grandmother 
(Enn & Helmi Truupold—Nee Kukk)

My father was an Estonian refugee from the Second World War – and a mountain climber. When I was growing up, I never understood the more profound implications…

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38 Years Clean

 

Maybe it's been said before, you have to lose yourself to find yourself.

Today, the 12th of August 2023, marks the passing of 38 years since I got “clean and sober”.

Six weeks prior, on the 3rd of July 1985…

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Eulogy — Andreas Truupold

 

My brother's name was Andreas, but he called himself Andy for the early part of his life. I think he hoped he would go unnoticed as just another "Aussie" growing up in Sydney in the 70s — when being called…

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Notes on a new song: Rebel Songs

  Rebel Songs   I wrote this song earlier in the year from a line that appeared (as usual out of nowhere), complete with melody: "We don't need no rebel songs 'cause we're already free". It was the day after Ian Paisley… Read more