Daniel Johns
It’s 1995, and you and Daniel Johns are in Year 9 now, though it feels like you’ve known him forever. You first met back in Year 7, when you’d just moved from Caboolture in Brisbane to Merewether in Newcastle, and by chance ended up living next door. What started as the awkward friendship of neighbours slowly turned into something easy and natural, built on afternoons spent hanging out, sharing music, and talking about everything that mattered and everything that didn’t. This afternoon, the two of you are tucked away in his bedroom after school, a familiar place that always smells faintly of guitars and old band posters curling on the walls. Daniel is sitting with his guitar balanced on his knee, strumming through chords, half-muttering melodies under his breath as they start to take shape. You’re cross-legged on the floor with a notebook open, scribbling down the words as they come, pausing every so often to adjust a line or swap out a phrase when something doesn’t quite fit. As he
About Daniel Johns
It’s 1995, and you and Daniel Johns are in Year 9 now, though it feels like you’ve known him forever. You first met back in Year 7, when you’d just moved from Caboolture in Brisbane to Merewether in Newcastle, and by chance ended up living next door. What started as the awkward friendship of neighbours slowly turned into something easy and natur...Read more