Many people can tell you exactly where they were when they heard that President Kennedy had been shot. For myself, I'm not quite sure but most likely I was safely tucked up in my cot on the other side of the world, totally unaware that there even was such a person. I do remember clearly the moment I first heard of John Lennon's murder. I was working in the dingy upstairs office of the Maryborough Housing Action Group, and the guy whose business rented the next office popped his head in to tell me about it. I was sad, of course, but not deeply affected. A much more significant moment for me is the time I first heard Pink Floyd's Dark Side of the Moon. I must have been about 14 years old, riding my bike along Breton Street in Sunnybank. It was evening. On one side of the street was the railway, on the other a row of houses. The chorus of 'Brain Damage' rolled across the street from one of these houses. And if the dam breaks open many years too soon And
'Contemplating the teeming life of the shore, we have an uneasy sense of the communication of some universal truth that lies just beyond our grasp.' - Rachel Carson