Originally Posted by K-Dub Ya
Hi Izzy

I’m with you, reggae is my kryptonite. Having said that, this song is a gem. Great lyrics, great vocals and that reggae production is big, brassy and beautiful. Your vocal sits really well with this genre, it has to be one of favourite songs of yours, and that’s a high bar. Great production, you have great song sense. Gonna have to listen several times and yet another on my favourite playlist. Such a feel good song, but that’s reggae all over.

I have to agree with others, from your images I’d said you were in your mid thirties! Great music, great voice, great looks….have you made a deal with the devil or something?


G'day Lee

Thank you for your ongoing support and much appreciated kind words.

Regarding my online pictures it is perhaps timely that I relate a conversation held with my daughters during a recent visit :

IZZY (71): Wearing a stained cardigan. Emotional.
DAUGHTER 1 (D1): Tech-savvy, zero filter.
DAUGHTER 2 (D2):The instigator. Loves chaos.


SCENE: My living room.

IZZY sits on the sofa, proudly staring at his laptop screen. He’s listening to his own song on SoundCloud.

IZZY (Softly, to himself) The reverb on that bridge... it’s pure poetry. And the profile pic? Iconic. Truly timeless.

D1 and D2 storm into the room, peering over his shoulder. D1 taps the screen.

D1 Dad. Is that... is that you?

IZZY (Beaming) That’s me, love. 1978. The outback. I was channelling a bit of Clint Eastwood, a bit of the Marlboro Man. Rugged, mysterious, pensive.

D1 You had a jawline that could cut glass. Now you have a jawline that’s slowly migrating toward your collarbone.

D2 (Laughing) Look at the pensive gaze—you’re not “staring into the distance,” you’re looking for where you left your pension.

IZZY (Voice trembling) I’m a songwriter! It’s branding! It’s about the vibe of the music, not the… the biological progression of my sag!

D1 The vibe is "catfished by a pensioner." If someone clicks on your folk ballad expecting that guy, they’re going to be very confused when you show up for the gig with a walker and a grocery list.

IZZY (Lip quivering) You’re cruel! You’re both so cruel! I was a stallion! A stallion of the Outback!

D2 (Cackling) You were a pony with a sunburn! Is that a mullet tucked under the hat?

IZZY (Bursting into loud, wet, dramatic sobs) I just wanted them to see the man I once was! Waaaaaah! I’m a global artist, and you’re mocking my legacy!

D1 (Wiping a tear of laughter) Your legacy is currently crying into a crochet blanket because we pointed out that time is a thing that happens.

IZZY (Gurgling) I HATE YOU BOTH! YOU DON’T RECOGNIZE THE ART! WAAAAAHHH!

D1 (Patting his back rhythmically) There, there. Maybe you can change the profile picture to a photo of you eating porridge. It’s more on-brand.

D2 (Checking her phone) Oh, check it out. Someone commented on your track. "Cool song, but why does the artist look like he’s about to start a cattle drive in 1972?"

IZZY lets out a fresh, ear-piercing shriek of despair. D1 and D2 fall over each other laughing.

cheers

Izzy.