Steve Davis
Why Are We Friends?
Sometimes the most unlikely friendships produce the most spectacular moments. Case in point: my daughter AJ and her mate Bella, two humans who are different in many ways, yet somehow create absolute musical mayhem together that would make the cast…
Let The Gin Work Its Magic
There’s something perverse about discovering your new favourite gin while the world appears to be careening toward some sort of finale. But that’s exactly what happened the evening “Let The Gin Work Its Magic” spilled out of me, courtesy of…
Marlon Brando Said
Saturday night at my local pub. I was watching two distinct performances unfold. At one table, fifty-somethings engaged in serious conversation. Decades of accumulated wisdom on display. But I noticed something. That momentary crack when a laugh held too long,…
The Champion’s Code
A reflection on my latest song, “The Champion’s Code,” inspired by Scott Fox and the extraordinary humans at Fitness Habitat SA. There’s something profoundly counterintuitive about voluntarily getting up at 5:09am to have someone systematically break you down. Yet three…
I Taught Her How To Drive Away
A reflection on my latest song, “I Taught Her How To Drive Away,” written for my daughter AJ’s 17th birthday Here’s something they don’t tell you about parenting: every skill you teach your child is actually a lesson in letting…
Keep Playing
A letter to my daughters about the scripts we inherit and the ones we can choose to rewrite. The Book That Changed Everything Reading “It Didn’t Start With You” hit like a revelation wrapped in scientific validation. The research shows…
The Falling Out (TV Theme)
When political power meets sitcom absurdity The Perfect Character Combination Sometimes reality writes better comedy than fiction ever could. Watching the very public spat between Donald Trump and Elon Musk unfold across social media, I couldn’t help but think: this…
Still Here (The Human Song)
A lament for the courage we’re outsourcing to algorithms The Moment of Fear That Started Everything My AI tools went down recently. Not for long, just enough to make me realise how much of my workflow had quietly migrated to…
Eyes Up, Heads Up
A lament for presence in the age of distraction The Sacred Space We’ve Surrendered This song emerged from complete revulsion. Not the polite kind of disapproval you express at dinner parties, but the visceral, bone-deep disgust that hits when you…
Murray’s Song
When a horse asks who’s really trapped The Unexpected Philosophy Lesson I’ve never been an animal person. Admired them from a polite distance, sure, but the whole human-animal bond thing seemed like emotional territory better left to people who actually…