Live radio, 30 years, two hemispheres. Host of Australia's first national breakfast show @GOLDFM. NEW BOOK ! UNSCRIPT- Radical Act of Being Yourself OUT NOW
MY NEW BOOK OUT NOW IN UK!
UNSCRIPT - The Radical Act of Being Yourself
How to be real in a fake world! All I’ve learnt about speaking authentically and storytelling
“A funny, generous, genuinely useful book.” — Ben Crowe
“It made me think, made me laugh, and made me feel.” — Dr Amantha Imber
https://t.co/ysxVAvVUwK
This is out now and it's the deepest chat I've had about what I do, mistakes made, lessons learned and how I make the show and lead my team.
Andrew May is one of the worlds performance and leadership coaches and I was stunned when he reached out after reading a copy of my new book UNSCRIPT-The Radical Act of Being Yourself. Calling it a powerful leadership book.
I hope you get something from this.
Remember when the internet was somewhere you visited, not somewhere you lived?
Someone should launch The Old Internet
Dial-up only. Access only with a landline.
You hear the screeching modem before you’re allowed in.
Maximum speed: 56k. Enough time to make a cup of tea while a photo loads line by line.
No algorithm. Things appear in the order people posted them.
A visitor counter on every page.
Guestbooks instead of comments
I miss the waiting. The discovery. The lack of optimisation. The weirdness.
Anyone else just devastated waking up to the news Glen Hansard had died at just 56?
That we've lost someone who made art that made you feel, and reminded us we belong to each other. His soul shined so brightly through his music. Man this ones just sucks. Loved Glen Hansard and The Frames music
Bono's tribute speaks to his essence
Sometimes I would wonder if Glen Hansard really existed….
Seriously, he was such an angelic presence… not otherworldly…in fact, very present this presence…
A smiling rascal if you needed him to be… this most musical and mischievous archangel of Ballymun… no airs, plenty of graces...
Of course, Glen was the shining star of the Christmas Eve busk… sometimes the only one reminding the rest of us that Christmas began with a refugee born in a manger, which is hardly a step from living on the street.
To be utterly yourself by being more interested in others - a clue for any of us trying out different personas. He really was who you thought he was. He could never walk by a person living rough without checking they were OK… and more than that, he worked very hard so that less people had to live on the streets in the first place.
When the crowds got bigger and for safety’s sake Glen had to agree to move the busk to a stage kindly provided outside The Gaiety Theatre, he would say 'we’ll give it our best but it’s not a busk if we’re not on the street!’ …because that’s who he was - a performer at eye level in any situation. The stage was a separation he wouldn’t recognize. Of all the grand and gigantic venues he and The Frames played, you sensed the street was his most favoured place to perform. And street people, his favourite audience.
Voice of the streets. A choir of angels in one man. The rest of us blessed to stand there beside our very own and very earthed Angel Gabriel… All of us welcome in his choir, whatever shape or form.
….and I’m telling myself this morning that if he never existed, then he can never cease to exist. For me, he will always be everywhere I see a coin spinning into an open guitar case.
May you rest in the peace you gave to so many.
Bono