If you’ve been reading my blogs up to now, you’ll notice that I’ve done a lot of different things in my life leading up to this point where I can now call myself a full time musician. I’ve been a travel agent, a nanny, a hostess on safari, a waitress and the list goes on. I really only began to pursue my musical journey at the age of 28 when I enrolled in university for a Bachelor of Arts Contemporary Music Degree.
Today I was reading a book called “Successful But Something Missing” by Ben Renshaw, and when I saw this following statement, I was blown away. It spoke to me BIG TIME and I’ll explain why, but first, here's what I read:
"Once you learn what your life is about, there is no way to erase the knowledge. No matter how afraid you become you have no choice. If you try to do something different with your life, you will always sense there is something missing" James Redfield
Holy Cow! Here’s why it spoke to me. A while back I was asked what it meant to me to continue pursuing my musical journey. My response was, "I have no choice, it's all I want to do and I feel physically sick at the thought of doing anything else, even though I've loved everything else that I've ever done in the past".
But here’s the problem with all of that.
A couple of years ago, I had returned from the States after a lengthy tour and I had exhausted my funds. Up until that point, I had been living off my savings in order to build my music career. Fear now engulfed me, as I was no longer able to support myself.
Ok so get a job I hear you say. But unlike all of the years that went before where I would happily get a job and love every minute of it, I now felt physically sick at the thought. I also felt like I would be betraying myself as I’d promised to commit to my purpose 100% and put ALL of my time, resources and energy into it.
But with seemingly no choice left, I panicked and applied for nanny jobs which I knew that I would at least enjoy as a short term solution.
I landed a six week contract in Brisbane and I moved to the city to join the family in their home. The timing was perfect as I was due to go back to the States in three months time.
What do you think? Did I do the right thing by choosing to work when I had promised myself to not waver from my focus NO MATTER WHAT?
Well, guess what happened. First day on the job, I fell over and fractured my elbow. Boom! Six weeks recovery time required. You have to be kidding me!
I was taken to the hospital to have my elbow ex-rayed and strapped, and then I was sent home to recover. Just as well my parents have a beautiful place in the country where I could keep myself out of trouble. What I did do in this period of time however, was to seek out a way back to my joyful, fearless self. Through my seeking, a good friend sent me a link to Esther (Abraham) Hicks. I obsessed over these youtube videos, and here began my physical, emotional and spiritual recovery.
In six weeks time, I moved back to Brisbane to fulfill a commitment I’d made to another family, and you guessed it, first day, AGAIN, I fell ill and couldn’t continue. Time to re-assess my motives I thought to myself.
This is why the above statement that I read, touched me so deeply. In the face of fear, I had to learn to trust in myself and other forces unseen and I cannot tell you how difficult that is, but boy am I glad that I chose to stay the course and continue to let go and allow myself to be guided. I now have an intense knowing that I am right where I am meant to be and I have developed the skills to help abate any fear that threatens to creep back in.
Thankfully, I’m also a bit of a minimalist, so I don’t need material stuff to make me happy and today my life feels richer than ever. What I DO have is an enormous support system through my extended family and friends all around the world. I definitely appreciate that I could not be living my purpose without that kind of support. I look at other artists and I take my hat off to those who are out there honouring themselves. I now understand exactly what that takes.
I hope you’ve enjoyed my story this week and I look forward to continuing this journey with you.
Last weekend I travelled about 2 hours south west from Brisbane QLD to a little town called Boonah where I had booked Studio 446 to record Carole King's Natural Woman, the second cover of my 2016 Patreon Project.
The studio belongs to Cameron Mitchell and it was actually recommended to me by a new facebook friend in America can you believe it! Thank you Kath.
I'm really enjoying finding quirky little out of the way studios for these recordings. The only criteria is they must have a gorgeous piano.
Cameron's studio houses a vintage Australian Upright Grand Beale which was a thrill to discover and play. It was a little funky and perfect for Natural Woman.
I was really nervous going into this recording. My first cover, Fix You by Coldplay, is easier for me to sing as it sits comfortably in my range, but Natural Woman is more vocally challenging for me. As well as this, it was one of the first songs I ever taught myself to play and sing as a teenager, so it meant a lot to me to do a good job of it.
I took my niece Bruyere Williams to sing backing vocals for me because not only does she have a beautiful voice, I knew she would do the job perfectly and without any fuss. There is no need for rehearsals with Bruyere, she just listens to the song a couple of times and then steps up with her natural ability. She also sings backing vocals with me for Bob Malone when he tours in Australia. We are his "Aussie Malonettes".
I’ve put together a Behind The Scenes Video for your enjoyment (see below) and I would love to hear your thoughts in the comment section as well.
You can join the support team and enjoy the rest of the project with us at PATREON and just a reminder that these covers are only available through the project at this point in time. I will, however, be releasing all the tracks at the end of the year as a full album.
Thank you for joining me today.
Having recorded my most recent album in Los Angeles, and having had the thrilling opportunity to work with some musicians whom I would never have dreamed of ever meeting let alone sharing a studio session with, I am now in love with the place.
Today I want to introduce to you one of the sweetest people you'll ever meet. He's a world renowned musician, worked with Bruce Springsteen, Tom Petty, Glen Campbell, Jewel and the list goes on.
His name is Marty Rifkin and he played pedal steel on track 12 of my Feel So Pretty album, Under My Skin (Intimate Version).
One thing that I noticed about ALL of the musicians who played on this album, was their humility and genuine niceness. These people are at the top of their game, they've worked with some of the most famous artists in the world, and therefore you would be forgiven for thinking that they might be a little, let's say, unapproachable. But no. Exactly the opposite. In fact, it seems to me that the more successful they are, the more humble and grounded they are as well. They are just doing what they do best, and getting on with the job that they live, breath and eat for breakfast. What an honour for me to have had this experience.
Below is a video of Marty playing pedal steel on my song in his own studio. I just came across this footage yesterday and I'm so glad that I captured this moment to be able to share it with you now.
Enjoy, and please leave a comment below as I love to hear your thoughts.
p.s. The finished product also features a gorgeous backing vocal by my good friend Karen Nash. You can purchase it HERE.
In one of my earlier blogs, I talked about how I met my dear friend and photographer, Robin Craig in NYC where she lives most of the year (click HERE for that story).
Robin also spends a few months each year back in Arizona, so when it came time for me to get my photos done for the release of Feel So Pretty, I headed out to Arizona for a week long photo shoot. What a luxury to have so much time with a good friend to capture something special for an album cover.
In fact, it was on the last day of the shoot that we actually got the magic shots. Don't get me wrong, Robin has a way of capturing the most beautiful images no matter the circumstances, but with a title like Feel So Pretty, I was very particular that the shot needed to convey the right message ie. come on ladies, let's embrace our natural beauty. It can take a lot of women a very long time to feel comfortable in their skin (I was one of them) and it's such a relief to get to a point in life where you can honestly look in the mirror and click the "like" button.
Anyhow, this week, I just wanted to give you a little fun peak behind the scenes of that photo shoot, so please enjoy the video below which also features other members of my "photographic team" Robert Craig and Virginia Kirnberger.
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Last week I told the story about turning down an opportunity to work with an iconic Australian rock band, and I promised that this week I'd let you know where I ended up when I got in my car and drove north from Sydney with no real goal in mind.
I was a very restless girl in my twenties. Growing up I was kind of like a second mum to my younger siblings (there were five younger than me), and so my focus as a teenager was on their well being rather than my own dreams and aspirations. When I left school, I had no idea what I wanted to do, I simply had the travel bug. The world called me and I followed, blindly, without fear or hesitation. I still do, but I have a whole lot more purpose in my wanderings these days.
So I travelled north from Sydney in my car, visited my parents and sat for a little while to contemplate my immediate future. I asked myself constantly, what do I want to do? What would be a really fun job for me to do? Clearly, I was still not ready to go out and play music.
Very soon an idea came to me. I remembered from working in the travel agency, that I'd at some point thought it would be fun to work on those camping tours as a guide/hostess. I looked them up in the phone book and rang a couple of companies. The first one I called was at the very top of Australia, Cape York Peninsula, operating out of Cairns. They actually told me that they'd just hired someone but if I wanted to take the three day drive up there, I'd be sure to pick up a job before long.
I loved the sound of Cape York, but wasn't sure if I wanted to risk going all that way and being stuck without a job. I tried a company closer to home which ran tours up and down the East Coast between Sydney and Cairns. They asked me to come into the office, which I did, and immediately they offered me a job. Goodness, this was easier than I thought.
Once again however, I was being called in a different direction. I couldn't get Cape York out of my head. I imagined sleeping under the stars in a swag every night due to the remoteness of the area. This appealed to me more than tourist parks on the coast. So you know what I did right? I told the East Coast company that I was going to Cairns to try my luck up there and off I went.
I checked into a hostel in Cairns when I arrived, and I phoned the lady that I'd spoken to on the phone previously. She said to come to the office and introduce myself which I did.
She didn't have a job for me, but a man named John Hardaker walked in at that moment. He owned a tour company called New Look Adventures, and when the woman asked if he needed a hostess, he said yes! We're going out tomorrow. Can you start tomorrow? I was beside myself with excitement. How could this be happening!
For the next two years (in the dry season), I worked on those safaris, sleeping under the stars in a swag, cooking for up to 24 people, swimming in remote rivers (the ones without the crocodiles... I think hehe) and snorkelling on the Barrier Reef with the guests. Don't get me wrong, it was 16 days each trip of dusty, corrugated roads. It was hot and we'd drive all day just to get to the next watering hole where we'd camp for the night, but It was the most amazing experience for me and just what I needed at the time to work out who I was and what I wanted to do with my life.
The lifestyle was so raw and wild, I even got kissed by a wild horse one night as I lay sleeping in my swag. We were camped on a remote airstrip (airstrip in Cape York means a flat stretch of grass where the mail plane can land). I was just dozing off to sleep when I felt whiskers on my face and some very large lips on MY lips. I'm not kidding. As I woke to find a wild horse checking me out, I was surprised at how calm I was. He got more of a fright than I did I think, and he took off running.
It was after these two years that I enrolled in university (at age 28). I was ready now to begin my inevitable journey in the music industry.
I hope you've enjoyed my story this week and please leave a comment below the photos that I've posted.
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Until next time.
Top left: Crazy fun jumping into a waterhole.Top right. Traversing a flooded river. Middle right. Cooking pancakes on the sandy river bank where we were camped. All the cooking was done this way. Bottom right: Swag. Bottom left: Map of Cape York Peninsula - referred to as Australia's last frontier.
You would think, knowing me now, I would have jumped at ANY opportunity along my path to position myself closer to those in the music industry that I respect and admire. That's the smart thing to do right, if you're an aspiring artist wanting to "make it" in your chosen field.
Of course. So why would I turn down an opportunity to work with one of Australia's most influential and iconic bands of the 20th century? I'm almost embarrassed to tell you this story, because my actions surprised even me, but looking back, I can only explain it as perhaps the right opportunity at the wrong time. You know, like when you meet someone you're really into but the timing is all wrong? Who hasn't had that happen.
So here's what went down.
I was 20, fresh from the country and now living in a beautiful beach suburb of Sydney. I was looking for work and had an unconfirmed offer to work at a travel agency in the city, which I would have liked. At that age, all I wanted to do was travel. In my Geography classes at school, I used to stare out the window and dream about seeing the world. I just couldn't wait to leave school and get on a plane or a bus or a train or whatever as long as I was going somewhere.
I went down to the job centre one day and noticed a card saying something about a position vacant in the Entertainment Industry. Of course I inquired about it, since music was definitely a part of me even if I wasn't in a hurry to follow that path.
The guy in the job centre told me that he was about to call me regarding this position as he thought it would suit me down to the ground with my musical bent and all. He explained, "just quietly", that Midnight Oil were looking for a personal assistant, and they lived in MY street! "Holy Cow", was pretty much all I could say hehe. Not really, I'm sure I was very composed and behaved in a professional manner at all times. :)
So off I went for my interview with the Oil's manager Gary Morris, and yes, I did meet the very awe inspiring Peter Garrett with his piercing blue eyes and very bald head which he had to lower to get through the doorway that wasn't quite tall enough for him. Gary offered me the job at the end of our chat and what did I do? I said I'd have to get back to him!!! Oh dear. I can hear your gasps of horror!
My issue was, and believe me, I understood the enormity of the offer, but in my heart I wanted to travel. I remember Gary saying in the interview, and I'm sure this was the defining moment for me, "we need someone who can handle the incoming media calls with discretion while we're travelling around the world". But hang on I thought, I want to go with you!
I could have done that job and I would have done it well, but I didn't want to be left behind.
Anyhow, before giving Gary my answer, I rang the boss of the travel agency just to check if his offer was going to come to fruition, and he said "yes, can you start Monday?" Aaaaaargh. I was happy and disappointed at the same time. It would have been easier if he'd said no, and then I would have gladly taken the Midnight Oil job, even without the travel. Clearly, for reasons I still, to this day, have not been able to fathom, that was not my destiny.
A year later, I rang Gary to inquire about something for someone, and he asked me how my job was going. I said "oh I love it". He said "well, the girl we hired has just left so the job is yours if you want it". I couldn't believe it. He was torturing me, and he was serious. I had to turn him down! AGAIN! And it was just as difficult as the year before. What the hell?
I did mention that I'd love to see their show though, and what a guy! He said "come to the office and pick up a couple of passes" So I did! I LOVE him! And what a rocking show!
I worked in travel for a few years and enjoyed quite a lot of travel opportunities. In the end, I became restless and realized that working in an office was not for me. I packed up my stuff, got in my car and drove north. I had no idea where I was going, I just needed to get on the road and go somewhere.
Next week I'll tell you where I ended up.
I hope you've enjoyed my story this week and as always, I love to hear your thoughts if you'd care to leave a comment, and be sure to join the mailing list for a free download of my Chasing Cars recording.
Below is a video of one of my favourite Midnight Oil songs.
I was always that artist that ardently refused to be a covers singer. I would perform MY songs or nothing. This may sound conceited to some, but I felt that it was important to choose a career path and follow it without compromise in order to be true to myself. It would be somewhat easier to make a living singing covers as opposed to originals, and tempting at times to go down that path, but it was never fulfilling for me. I chose to do other jobs to make my bread and butter whilst continuing to write, record and play the obligatory door deal shows that were just about the only option for indie artists trying to get established. These days house concerts are a great option.
Only now, after five albums of original material, and having been talked into recording a cover on my latest album Feel So Pretty, am I feeling joyful about the idea of recording songs other than my own. I explained in an earlier post how I came to record that cover and why. (Read about that HERE).
I never really understood in the past why anyone would want to hear ME do a version of a really great song when it's been done by a million other artists. I just didn't feel that I would have anything new to add I guess.
Well, evidently I was wrong. The feedback from my fans for my first cover recording has surprised me and warmed my heart, so much so that I've discovered a whole new avenue for delivering joy through music that I wasn't prepared to venture into in the past.
This fresh new feeling inspired me to make a plan for 2016, which would involve recording one cover song every month, and get people involved in the whole process. I launched a crowdfund campaign via Patreon and once again, the response has been surprising and thrilling. So it turns out, the girl who wouldn't sing covers, is now ALL ABOUT the covers in 2016! So shoot me.... hehe!
I'm also learning more and more about the magic of sharing. It was initially a daunting prospect for me to "dare to ask" people to contribute to something that I enjoy doing. I had to push through some pretty deep fears to allow myself to do that, but having "dared" to go there, the rewards are immense, and I'm not talking about money.
I'm talking about the bonds that are being formed between myself and those who love what I do. I'm talking about personal connections and interactions with pretty much perfect strangers who are quickly becoming treasured friends. I love the way social media and internet platforms like google hangouts have changed the way artists can now interact with their fans.
Through my new recording project, I'm able to involve people in every step of the process from choosing the songs that I record and discussing production ideas, to helping find studios and being present via live webcast, at the studio, and on the recording day. This is extremely exciting and fun for me and for everyone involved. What great times we live in.
Below is a Behind The Scenes look at the recording of Fix You by Coldplay.
Enjoy, and thank you for reading my blog today.
p.s. if you'd like to learn more about the project, click HERE. You'll receive a copy of each new track and more when you sign up to become a patron.
When I was in my early twenties and living in the U.K. for the first time, my sister came to join me for six months and we planned a trip to Greece.
We had friends living in London (I'll call them Tim and Sarah), who we would stay with the night before our flight. Conveniently, we were also able to leave our car parked outside their home until we got back.
I'd been working as a nanny and saving up all my money for this holiday. I had exactly 400 pounds for spending which was just enough.
So we arrived in London on Sunday night ready for our flight the next morning. After dinner, Tim asked me if I had any money to which I replied, "just what I'm taking to Greece with me". Sarah looked uncomfortable and avoided eye contact with me, while Tim pressed on with another question.
How much do you have? When I responded with 400 pounds, Tim asked if he could borrow it to pay a bill that needed to be taken care of today, and we'd drive by the bank in the morning (Monday) so he could withdraw it from his account to give back to me. There was no internet banking back then.
I didn't want to lend it to him, but I felt bad if I didn't since we were staying in his home, so I agreed. When I told my sister, rightly so, she hit the roof but it was too late. I'd committed and I was nervous but tried to convince myself that Tim would do the right thing.
Of course we drove by the bank first thing in the morning and guess what! It was a public holiday and the banks were closed. I felt sick. We were on our way to the airport and I had ZERO cash to take with me for my holiday. I'd been fleeced!
Tim put on a great show and exclaimed that it would all work out. I was to call his office from Greece, and he would wire the money to the post office wherever I was. But here was his big mistake. He told me "do not speak to my secretary about this". Aaaaaah! Really..... I thought to myself. Now I had a weapon.
Cool comfort though when deep down you know you're not going to get your money back and you're wondering how you're going to have a holiday without CASH! No credit card then either.
My poor sister. She was younger than me but there was no way she would have given him HER cash! Smart girl. I was so naive.
So we split her money and cut down our expenses and we actually DID phone Tim's office a couple of times. Phoning anywhere from Greece at that time meant standing in a queue at the telecommunications office (if you can call it that) for hours and then struggling to actually connect when it came your turn to use a phone.
OF COURSE Tim was unavailable both times, so I pulled out my weapon and used it! I told his secretary in no uncertain terms, to tell Tim that "I want my MONEY, and I want it NOW"! She spluttered and coughed and sheepishly replied that she'd pass on the message. I said thank you and hung up and decided that I'd send Tim a friendly postcard.
On it I wrote (for the world to see - gotta love postcards), "You have ruined our holiday. We will return on such and such a date at such and such a time to pick up the car, and you will have my money waiting for me".
Do you think I expected him to obey? I don't think so, but it felt good to say it and send it.
We actually had quite a fun holiday to be honest. My sister's funds got us through, but it was very stressful and also distressing feeling like I'd been robbed by a "friend".
Anyhow, we arrived back in London, started the car first to make sure we had a quick getaway if necessary, and with our hearts in our mouths, we knocked on the front door.
To my surprise, Sarah came to the door, eyes to the ground and grunted something that indicated for us to come in. We followed her upstairs where a very angry and red-faced Tim was waiting with a cheque. "I told you NOT to speak to my secretary about this" he shouted.
OMG!! I got him! I was so proud of myself. Clearly Tim owed other people money as well and I'm guessing his secretary was one of them.
I took the cheque, grabbed my sister by the arm, and got out of there as fast as possible. Driving away from the house, we could hardly believe what had just happened. We were both shaking but laughing and feeling ecstatic!
Moral to the story: If you're going to try to fleece someone, cover your tracks ;)
I hope you've enjoyed my story this week. I'll leave you with this video by Robert Palmer - Looking For Clues. (giggles) Enjoy!
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Having finally embarked on my solo career in 2009 (read more about that HERE), and a short stop in NYC for a couple of debut solo shows, I boarded an overnight flight bound for London.
I was heading there to finish an album that I'd previously begun when living in the U.K. a few years prior. My good friend and producer of the album, Chris, would be there to meet me.
On arrival at Heathrow, I approached the customs officer who would give me the usual line of questioning, but this time things didn't pan out in the "usual" way. You know that feeling you got as a child when your parents punished you for something your sibling did? You know you're innocent but it's your word against theirs?
Well this was starting to feel a bit like that as I noticed the officer quickly writing down my answers to his questions as to why I was visiting the U.K. again. Before long, I'm being escorted to a lock-up lounge area and politely told to wait there. Indefinitely. I was not allowed to use my phone so I couldn't contact Chris to let him know I'd been delayed.
After several hours of waiting, being questioned, asking for answers that were not given, drifting in and out of sleep face down on the bench seat, a female officer came to the door, opened it just enough that I could hear her, and said to the officers guarding the door, "can I do this out here, 'cos I can't be ass'd going in there".
I beg your pardon? She was talking about MY fate like I wasn't even there. Of course I knew she was going to let me go because this had all been a terrible mistake, but her level of disdain for me, a perfectly good human being whom she'd never met in her life, was astounding.
She signalled for me to come outside, and in the next 30 seconds my whole life did a 360 turnabout.
Here I was, I'd left a perfectly good job in Sydney, packed up the apartment I'd been renting, sold all my belongings to go conquer the world as a solo artist, and in one foul swoop, after 14 hours locked up at London Heathrow Airport, (not to mention the overnight flight from NYC) this "can't be ass'd" cranky female officer waved her magic bunch of keys hanging from her belt and changed the course of my life, AGAIN! I was in shock.
With no logical explanation, no apology for the inconvenience, no "gosh I hate to tell you this" no nothing, I was escorted through the airport like a criminal and shown to my seat on a Qantas plane bound for Australia, while our cranky friend handed my passport over to the Cabin Manager. Really? What, am I going to do? Try and make a run for it when we land in Singapore? Please!!!
I have to say, sitting on that plane with 22 hours to reflect on what just happened, I could only stand outside of myself and shake my head in awe. "Well isn't this interesting" I thought. What the hell is going on in my life? Remember, this was just 18 months after my life-changing relationship breakup (Not Waving, Drowning).
Landing back in Australia, dazed and a little confused to say the least, I realized the enormity of my situation. I knew there were forces at work in my life, and I could only wait and see what it was all about.
I moved in with my parents until I could find my bearings, and after a few skype sessions with Chris, I was on a plane over to France where he said he'd meet me with his portable studio to finish the album.
We spent 3 glorious weeks in the South Burgundy Region recording in a beautiful old building called Le Cafe Ancien. This of course, became the name of my album. What a wonderful gift and outcome considering the drama that had unfolded to make this happen.
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Until next time.
Some of you will know that I have an album called French Kiss which I named after the title track. Why did I write a song called French Kiss? Well thank you for asking.
It was not too long after the movie French Kiss came out with Kevin Kline and Meg Ryan in 1995. I was living in Sydney and looking for a guitarist to join my band. I received a phone call from a young Frenchman by the name of Jerome Allard, saying he was living in Australia and he'd like to audition. He turned up at my door and at first sight I was praying he could actually play guitar. He was petite, ruggedly handsome and just oozing rock star sex appeal.
He opened his guitar case, took out his guitar and Hallelujah, he could play AND he could sing! Let the rehearsals begin.
Ok so what does this all have to do with French Kiss? Well, as it turns out, Jerome was in Australia with his girlfriend Florence Soyez. Florence was modelling at the time for Jacqui E, and I kept seeing her face in magazines and on larger than life posters all round the city and in department stores. But more interestingly, she featured in the French Kiss movie as the stewardess who asks Kevin Kline to put out his cigarette early on in the film. She plays it down when Jerome talks about it and she poo poos the idea of being a model. "It pays the bills" she says in her to-die-for accent.
Jerome and Florence were so much fun. They smoked and drank as only the French can, and we hung out a lot over the next 12 months until sadly for me they had to return to Paris.
Jerome and I co-wrote a couple of songs on my French Kiss album, (Insane and My Eyes Are Dry), but after he left Australia I wrote a song about he and Florence which of course became the title track. I'm sure the lyrics have made no sense to anyone who has heard the song over the years, which is why I really wanted to tell this story. Lines like "French Kiss, Miss Jacqui E, picture perfect poise" and "Florence on the wall, large as life I can touch you" will now be like "oh yeah that's because she was plastered all over the city on enormous Jacqui E posters and also played the stewardess in the movie French Kiss".
I have no idea what my French friends are up to these days, but when I think about that year we spent together, it's as vivid as yesterday and always brings a smile to my face.
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From left: Michael Malouf, Me, Jerome Allard and my Reggiedog front and centre.