Jason Roweth


Finding your roots while looking for elsewhere.

A musician's journey home.






July 10, 2017



A western-suburbs-Sydney hundred-in-the-shade summer’s day, and the party had fallen under the backyard’s only tree - laughing on backs, on lawn. The esky emptying fast, grog runners sent. Ice-water fights left hair and shirts dripping - where shirt...

July 10, 2017

“It must be here somewhere, man… “. Will scrambled under his unmade bed, behind the mouldy-backed cupboard, under the hippy rug that covered his tiny, dark, dank bedroom’s floor. But the hopes of Will finding his secret stash, like his hopes of making the great Spring...

July 10, 2017

“Where did it all start?” Will must’ve been small. Nature, nurture? It’s a moot point. Glorious four-on-the-floor-rock-and-roll was Will Maloney’s oxygen, and given spark - it burned. Anything else in his life just fed the machine. Every breath, bite and step. Every sh...

July 10, 2017

Love? Love? What can I say that a billion writers have not said already? Well.. here goes… Falling. Mostly falling. The great joyous fall. Then - sometimes - the pain of failure to live up to love. But oh the joy! That big rush of first love, revealing strange parts of...

July 10, 2017

Glorious beach, and subtle shrieks with each sinking step falling into hot dry sand. Stepping up the motivation for an icy change. Surf’s up. Slap onto the wet stuff firm, and finally… In with a rush, splash, look out fish. A north-facing beach on the NSW mid-north coa...

July 10, 2017

Mother was my life’s first dichotomy. I’m spoilt for choice… And boy was I spoilt. I landed on Australian dirt to an unwed teenage Catholic mum who clung to me against the “give it to us and we’ll find it a home” odds. “There are people who deserve children, you know!”...

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