Morning Prayer

I’m not a religious man. Not even a particularly good one. My father is. The Reverend William Robert Cashman. And my Mum. June Cashman BTh (that’s a Bachelor of Theology). I grew up in the church and, even though now I don’t believe as they do, I have respect for most aspects of the liberal church. Trust me, you don’t want to get me started on the fundamentalist...

Out the front of my apartment, I have a view of this beautiful old church. After a bit of searching, I find it’s called the Hunter Baillie Presbyterian Church, which surprised me, as it looks so Anglican. Mind you, that’s hardly surprising, as it’s a Blacket church. Anyway, I wrote a tune on Sunday night, and started recording laying it down. Up until this morning, I didn’t have a name for it. I often have difficulty naming my songs without lyrics. It’s not uncommon. Charlie Parker used to let the studios name his pieces. Anyway over my morning coffee (essential) my gaze fell upon Hunter Baillie, and this name came to mind. It seemed to fit.

You’ll find a recording of it on my website at http://www.davidcashman.com.au

Finally, the ordeal is over!

Been a busy couple of weeks. Mostly because I’ve been working on the CD. But finally the mastering is over. It’s just a case of adjusting one or two pieces, and it’s going to be sent off to print. Should be available on CD Baby in the States, and here on the website within two weeks.
I’m pleased with how it turned out. Choice of songs is good. The sound is good. It was a lot of work, but when you love what you do, work is easy.

Also, I’ve found an apartment in Sydney, so I’m quite pleased. Sitting typing this overlooking a beautiful garden and church. Currawongs and Noisy Miners in the trees. Very pleasant.