Transcribing Ray's Songs has taken me back to the heady days of the late 70s and early 80s.
When we were all lefties and hated Malcolm Fraser.*
I'd go out into the bush on my old push-bike.
Battered Maton CW slung over my back.
Write a few bad songs.
You get the picture.
The olds of Minjup would shout out:
"Here comes bloody Trovatore on his minstrel cycle!"

Sledge
* Illustration by Michael Perkins from today's ALR.