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As I inquired about incredible artists to record while traveling through Australia, one name kept cropping up. Brodie Buttons, folks said, was the man to find. If you could find him at all. I thus listened to some of his recordings here on KZbin, finding some by a series called "Ride the Rail". One in particular struck me immediately, Brodie playing a song called "Hills of Bendigo" ( • Brodie Buttons - Hills... ). One problem I run into when traveling the globe in search of folk music is artists from other countries doing shallow imitations of Americana music. This fellow, he was singing in his own thick Australian accent, instead of adopting some pseudo-southern accent, and banging away expertly in the clawhammer style on his banjo. The subject matter was the gold rush in Bendigo, circa 1850. I can't tell you how much I love a song written by a modern artist, that tells a real story, and feels like it could've been written 100 years ago. Stan Rogers could do it, and by God so could Brodie. I knew I had to meet him, so I reached out, and we made a plan.
The only problem was, Brodie works in the middle of a rainforest that was just hit by catastrophic flooding, hours outside of Brisbane, somewhere out Kyogle way. With his beautiful little family, wife Lucy, son Rufus and an orange cat named Andrew, he lived in some truly remote jungles, working as an invasive plant exterminator, or something like that. Hard for a clueless American with a load of recording equipment to make his way that far into Australia. Luckily, i'd befriended an incredible woman named Rhiannon in Brisbane, who for some insane reason loved GemsOnVHS enough to be our chaperone to the middle of nowhere.
We saw mountains, dodged dropbears, took twists, turns and flooded detours, saw washed out ravines and destroyed roads. It was a once in a lifetime sight, I hope, beautiful and frightening at once. We arrived to find a cozy, if a little wet, ramshackle little home, and a warm welcome. They'd invited friends, and we had a wonderful little fireside jam well into the wee hours of the morning, until my eyes could no longer stay open, whether from the whiskey or the sleep deprivation. Brodie played song after song, often breaking out his journal to play us some new one in his vast, messy collection of writings. Each song was clever, catchy and worthy of a recording. This clueless American did however bring the wrong charger to Australia, so with my equipment dying, I recorded as much as I could. This first one is a lighthearted jaunt he played me on a tour of his garden in the backyard, a song about a certain little herb some of us love.
I'll never forget this two days in this lush, wetter version of the garden of Eden. I'll never forget Brodie and Lucy, and i'll owe Rhiannon for the rest of my life for her willingness to chauffeur this fool on his mission.
This is the second installment so far of my series of recordings from the great land of Australia. All of them will be available over time in this playlist; • GemsOnVHS in Australia
You can listen to Brodie’s music on all platforms and follow him on Instagram at @boringbuttons.
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