- Christine Collister
- Mar 30
- 6 min read
Blog Post No 3 March 2025
Bob and I had arrived in Bali the last time we chatted. We had a blissful two weeks with very little exploration of the island. We made three trips into Ubud, a frenetic and buzzing place boiling over with scooters and large taxis. Walking the uneven, broken walkways while trying to dodge pretty flower offerings strewn along the pavements was quite a trick. It was also stiflingly hot on two of the three occasions! I’m not painting a positive picture, but it is unique and full of amazing old temples, statues and beautiful modern cafes and hotels with gorgeous gardens that make you believe you’re in some tropical oasis, so much so that the noise and chaos of the streets feel like some fuzzy, far off dream.
Monkey Forest was fun, and the late lunch that followed at a wonderful Indonesian restaurant (Liap Liap Folk) was a magnificent gourmet experience. We were blown away by the level of service, taste and presentation; it was all excellent. Our third and final trip to Ubud, on a rainy, grey Monday, centred around lunch at a magical restaurant called Merlin’s, which was recommended to us by our dear friend Rosemary O’Donohue. It did not disappoint. As you’ll see in the video, it was a feast for the eyes and the stomach. We loved it!
The rest of the time, we lounged by the gorgeous pool at Om Ham retreat in between treatments at their fabulous spa. We ate at the hotel restaurant every night. The menu was simple but delicious and delightful, and we enjoyed sitting and looking out over the lush green paddy fields surrounding the property on several sides. Watching the birds and beautiful insects flying about and water dragons chasing ducks through the waterways, feeding the growing rice. It was simple and deep nourishment for the soul on all levels. We realised that over the past five years, we’d had little time to fully relax and just be. Our gratitude knows no bounds.
Returning to Australia after my work visa was granted (a stress we could have done without!) was straightforward. I spent a few days with Jo and our gorgeous girls before we headed north to Brisbane for rehearsals with Michael Fix. Along the way, we caught up with some family and friends we hadn’t seen in five years: Peter, Janet, and Koto near Paradise Point; Vivienne and Kev on the Gold Coast; and finally, my lovely mate Stephanie, closer to Brisbane. It was a delightful drive, and I was ready to get stuck into rehearsals.
It felt like no time at all since Michael and I had played together! Time is a funny thing, for sure. We spent two productive days in Michael’s studio, then had a warm-up gig at his Mum and Dad’s and step-father’s retirement village, just a few minutes away. We had a lovely crowd of smiley people roll up to the Community Hall. They arrived on foot, with and without zimmer frames, and in a variety of mobility scooters it was amazing to watch them converge on the hall. We played, and they applauded with greater and greater enthusiasm. It was a wonderful show. We went to bed that night, happy bunnies.
In the morning, I woke with a scratchy throat. I blame it on the AC and a few broken night’s sleep. We had another warm-up show that night at The Palm Lake Resort Beachmere an hour or so north of Michael’s place. I nursed myself through with herbal tea, Fishermen’s Friends, and assorted nasal cleaners. I spoke very little. My throat got worse. I honestly didn’t know if I could sing. We did a quick sound check and revised the setlist. We dropped a couple of the punchier tunes. My midrange was lost. Top and bottom range OK. Luckily for me, having never heard me before, they thought it was all good. We got away with it. Michael, bless him, did an instrumental here and there to cover for me. Thank you!
The following day was our first official concert in the charming town of Maleny near the Glass Mountains - a stunningly beautiful area. I missed the gorgeous scenery in favour of a steamer and a cotton blanket over my head. The local RSL club venue is a 140-year-old wooden-built hall strewn with bunting inside. Large glass doors opened up at the back to allow a flow of air, and half a dozen ceiling fans that flung it about the place in an effort to keep the heat from becoming overwhelming. I loved it! Our host and promoter for this and the final of our first string of shows was Shez Wright. Someone Michael and I met on our first Winter Break Songwriter’s Retreat back in 2014. It was her house we played our very first concert together. It was a delightful reunion. My throat had settled a little, but my nose was now a tap! I find this very hard to negotiate. However, as with many things in life, somehow, I got through it. There were breaks in my voice that were impossible to negotiate, I simply had to move over them and reach the parts that still worked. For some reason, that elludes me, the audience didn’t care! They were every bit as appreciative as the previous two nights, and though I felt like crap, I was grateful. Bob and I were hosted by a lovely couple, Peter and Linda, at their fabulous home in what felt like the wilderness, but was only five kilometres outside of town. I slept relatively well that night.
Just one more show to do. The last show in this first scutch was at 2 pm in an amazing venue and an hour and a half away from Maleny, at - The Barn in Draper. By now, though my throat was not sore, it was tight and very tired, as was I. It took a great effort to pull myself up to performance levels when all I really wanted to do was fall asleep. Everyone connected to the venue, including Shez and her partner Rob, were just lovely, supportive, attentive, sweet and caring. They made it a lot easier, I have to say. By the time we took to the stage, I was as ready as I could be. There were still those songs (River Deep, Love Me Like A Man, Deeper Well) I simply couldn’t approach, but others, where we dropped the key to give me a little headroom (We Spoke Today, Do It Again, Broken Wings, Would’t It Be Good), sounded a bit stronger. I still wasn’t anywhere near my best, but I gave it all I had in that moment, and it was appreciated again. It is very humbling not to have the thing that you trust and rely upon not be there, and yet those who come to hear that same thing still bring a generosity of spirit and appreciation despite the difficulty. Does that even make sense? I know what I mean.
There were four days before we picked up again. I spent most of them sleeping, steaming or blowing my nose. By the time we arrived in Woy Woy, two days before our sold our house concert there, I was feeling much better. Michael arrived Thursday afternoon. We had a gorgeous evening with our wonderful friends and house concert hosts, Ina and Mihael Fine, whose beautiful home we performed in on Friday night. I was relaxed and ready to sing again. It felt like a miracle to be able to sing freely and with almost 100% expression - it takes a little longer to get it all back, but I'll take this level above last weekend anytime!
Last night, Saturday, March 29th, we played at The Crossroads Bar Dubbo, in a new venue created by the same promoters as 2020 - Michael and Gloria Picton - and they are amazing. They've made a wonderful performance space and bar that work fantastically together. with wonderful sounds system and sound man Alfred. We're blown away by their level of professionalism and dedication. I hope we'll be invited back - hint, hint!
Tonight, Sunday, March 30th, we're playing in Orange at the Bloomfield Hall. You'll have to come back next month to find out how it went, but we're expecting a fun night and a full house, just like last time. Wish us luck!
On a very positive note, a digital version of Children Of The Sea was released/made available to purchase/download and Stream on all usual platforms on March 28th! Here is the link to view your options. I’m thrilled to make the whole thing available in this new format. A few hard copies are still available on the Fledg’ling Records Website if you’d like the full-fat-greedy-bastard version (very technical term!) But for those in countries where the postage is prohibitive, perhaps the digital version will find its way into your lovely worlds. I hope so. I’m still inordinately proud of Children Of The Sea.
I have to thank my brother Paul in Perth for buying me the wonderful video camera I’m now using to capture each gig. I don’t know what inspired him, but I’m happy to have this whizzy device. Once I’m out of the head-cold fog I’ve been under, I’ll try and capture some road trip bits as well. Thanks, Paul!
Thanks, as always, for dropping by to see how this wee Manx vocalist is faring out in the big wide world. Your company is a delight I very much appreciate! Thank you.
Stay well, and keep rising above the turbulence!
Much love and endless blessings!
Christine xx