Saturday June 6, 2015 will be a day i'll remember for a long time. As you get older, slightly wiser and a litttle more travelled its rare to experience something for the very first time.. But on this day I did... Snow!
How does a 36 year old guy manage to get this far through life without experiencing the frozen white stuff? Well, I grew up on the beach and I guess whenever I travelled anywhere it was always to somewhere warm - i'm a palm trees and tropical sunsets kinda guy.
This changed when an opportunity to play at Peak Festival at Perisher in the New South Wales Snowy Mountains.
I can't explain the child like excitement of seeing a white mountain, to feel the energy of those skiing and snow boarding and to finally get around to building a snowman!
But I was here to play a show.... not long after lunch time on Sunday, I stepped onto the festival stage feeling a skier does when they step off the chairlift.. Looking out the windows of the venue behind the audience and seeing pure white mountains was spectacular.. Looking down mid song and seeing children with their faces painted staring at me, unsure what this folk singer dressed in black was all about made me smile.
It wasn't just the kids or the scenery though, my festival highlight was sharing a story with those who had, over the years seen many a folk singer, heard many a story but were just as excited to hear a new one. This is what I will remember most, this is what I will take away.
I write songs to tell a story, I play the songs live to make a memory and my weekend at Peak Festival certainly allowed me to do that.
To David and the team, I thank you for giving me one of your stages for 30 minutes to allow me to do what I love.. And to the wonderful folk on the mountain that day.. Thanks for being part of the story
I hope to return again one day..