The scene remains vivid in my memory, though it is nearly 20 years ago now.I am sitting in my bedroom at the side of our big old farmhouse, a teenager, listless at that time of the evening when anything is better than homework. It is a warm summer night and
As a proud didgeridoo player, I am keenly aware of the attraction of pagan worship forms.There is nothing quite like sitting peacefully in the bush blowing intensly down a long hollowed log. The earthy sound of the didg, combined with the backup vocals of the kookuburras, and the hyperventilation of