This is Phil. 

Philharmonic. In the dark friendliness of Fracas Studio. Dark is hard to find in Byron Bay, with the sun as it is. But dark and cool it is.
Phil records and creates music and audio aids for language teaching.
He has written songs for a New Zealand company teaching Pacific island immigrants English. The songs are classic and original jazz.
Phil’s dad was a New South Wales assistant police commissioner. “My fascist dad,” Phil explains, forgivingly. His mum played piano and a granddad was musical. So Phil’s son looks set for a lengthy career with his Paper Scissors rock band.
Recording studios always have good people.

I’m recording for one of Phil’s clients, a Dutch high-school language-teaching software. 20 pages of single words. They are to be clickable audio aids. So every word has to have attack. Then, a voice-over for a Swedish client. It’s a script for a technological implement, the purpose of which remains unclear.

This is Byron

Byron Bay gives you commerce and karma. Supermarket aisles thronged with Swedish backpackers and Korean language students. Barefoot kids trailing parents down the main street. And the world's best fish n chips.


Hippies and BMWs, tourists and yoga teachers, but no McDonald's or high-rises.


Even the newsagent's uses the local lingo. Best bumper sticker this year?
SAVE THE PLANET. IT'S THE ONLY ONE WITH CHOCOLATE.