From outer space, gliding across the deep blue vacancy of the south Pacific to the jagged shore of the southern continent , and up the tendrils of Sydney Harbour , under the great arched bridge and making land fall at Iron Cove, came to earth a soul . They called him John. The earthly father was the strongman in a traveling carnival, would take on all comers, and never once lost. The strongman followed his dream around the world and eventually became a professional wrestler in North America. But he would puzzle at his son. Although the boy displayed the more redeeming features of the Australian psyche, (hanging out at beaches, surfing, and drinking beer with his mates), he seemed to have a dark side, a disturbing artistic bent which eventually grew into a career. Visit http://www.laytoncreations.com for info on miniature glass animal sculptures. After much discussion between the two it was decided that a strongman was an artist in his own right, and that a musician, (another of John’s disturbing bents), could learn from such performance. The years sailed off without good bys, and so did strongmen, friends, and x wives, but there’s no reason to get too serious about such vagaries, better to turn them into stories than stone. The Delta dances in syncopation and so does life, it’s never evenly spaced, and so Johns music. Stories carried on the beats of driving ragtime rhythms . Once John was introduced as a cross between Robert Johnson and Lou Reed. If not entirely accurate in fact, accurate in spirit.