The only music i seem to be listening to at the moment is "Saltwater Country" by the Pigram Brothers - a mob of blackfellas from Broome. I bought the CD and ripped it onto my laptop not long before i left Aus and now i hardly ever seem to listen to anything else.
One of my favourite songs on it is "Nowhere Else But Here" - which is about overcoming the urge to wander all over the place in search of - who knows what? - and learning how to be happy with being "nowhere else but here".
The bit that really kinda clicks with me is:
Is there much that might not happen right wherever I may be
If all I gotta do is soften some of my precious certainties
Was all that toil and turmoil, just to help me understand
That heaven maybe just a fancy name for some never, never ever land
Where nothing ever really happens and probably just as well
I've seen things really happening where it's all downhill to hell
Through a devil's pass on a bolting horse, with Buckley's hope to steer
Where we could regret we never ever cared to be nowhere else but here.
But the Pigrams have got the luxury of being able to be nowhere else but here in beautiful tropical Broome. If it wasn't for the crap weather and the miserable, closed-minded people, i could happily be nowhere else but where i was born - on the banks of a fairly wild (well, for south east England!) river estuary.
Well... I probably couldn't. But occasionally it's an attractive idea!
Being a migrant means you're never really at home anywhere ever again, i reckon.
You can see some of my photos of Afganistan at
WillKemp-Photos.com/afghanistan