Songwriting Notes: Hometown

Let's get something out into the open, straight away: I am allowed to hang shit on my hometown. You are not.

Unless you live there, of course.

It's like a younger relative, or whatever: YOU can mock them, because you know it comes from a place of love. But if anyone else mocks them, well...

I live in Devonport, Tasmania. Well, nobody really 'lives' there, but I digress.

There are bunch of people who don't think that Tasmanians are lazy and stupid. These people are 'the Tasmanian public'. Everyone else knows the truth.

That might sound harsh, but it's not. 

Isn't 'lazy and stupid' another way of saying 'don't waste time doing pointless crap if someone else will do it for you, and also let's not overthink it'?

Yes. Yes, it is.

That's how everyone else knows the truth about us.

Or, perhaps, the rest of the world is insane. Or perhaps they're just wrong.

All I know is that Tasmania is as beautiful as Queensland, but we're not the tourism capital of Aussie. We have just as much of an artistic presence as Melbourne or Sydney, except that, wait, no we don't, I got that wrong. We have as much TALENT as Melbourne or Sydney, talent that invariably moves interstate because Tasmanian society actively works against the arts.

Or have people stopped hiring Mp3-Jays for their lame social events, and started hiring ACTUAL fucking musicians again?

Whatever.

Anyway, I'm bored with this now.

Point is, the album art for the song 'Hometown' features Devonport's actual legit 'Piss Alley', as mentioned in the song.

Oh, and before anybody asks: You don't get a picture in this piece because I can't be bothered finding one. You'll live. Even worse, you might get used to it. Hey - that's the Devonport way, baby.

BONUS FACT: I use an 8-bit version of this song for the intros/outros/segues on my (currently rebranding) Strontium Dingo YouTube Channel.