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(Ron speaking)

I've been interested in music for most of my life I guess. Listening to it, of course, but playing it as well. I got my first guitar when I was 17 (yep, you guessed, right in the middle of the '60's rock boom). After more years than I want to think about, I can almost play it.

Well, perhaps I'm being a *little* hard on myself. I've played bass in bands on and off, and generally had a lot of fun.

Current instrument lineup includes:


  • 1989 Fender Stratocaster 12-string (electric)
  • 1978 Fender F-15 flat-top (accoustic)
  • 1965 Rickenbacker 1997 6-string (electric)
  • 1976 Fender Musicmaster bass (electric)


  • Yamaha PSR-550 keyboard
  • midiman Midisport 2x2 USB MIDI adaptor

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The love of field and coppice,
Of green and shaded lanes,
Of ordered woods and gardens
Is running in your veins;
Strong love of grey-blue distance,
Brown streams, and soft, dim skies -
I know but cannot share it,
My love is otherwise.
I love a sunburnt country
A land of sweeping plains,
Of rugged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel seas,
Her beauty and her terror -
The wide brown land for me!
The stark white ring-barked forests,
All tragic to the moon,
The sapphire-misted mountains,
The hot, gold hush of noon.
Green tangle of the brushes
Where lithe lianas coil,
And orchids deck the tree-tops
And ferns the warm dark soil.
Core of my heart, my country!
Her pitiless blue sky,
When sick at heart, around us
We see the cattle die -
But then the grey clouds gather,
And we can bless again
The drumming of an army
The steady, soaking rain.
Core of my heart, my country!
Land of the Rainbow Gold,
For flood and fire and famine,
She pays us back threefold.
Over the thirsty paddocks
Watch, after many days,
The filmy veil of greeness
That thickens as we gaze.

An opal hearted country,
A wilful lavish land -
All you who have not loved her,
You will not understand -
Though Earth holds many splendors,
Wherever I may die,
I know to what brown country
My homing thoughts will fly.