got easier as we went ‘It along.’ ‘Any talented ones?’ an Aboriginal kid called Billy could sing and play ‘Yeah, guitar.’ Harrigan leaned forward, suddenly more intense. ‘How well?’ ‘Really well.’ know if written any original material? ‘Dya he’s ask him. ‘I didn’t Why?’ just an Harrigan was up to something, but about to let on. ‘Oh, idea.’ wasn’t your next session with ‘When’s him?’ I said. ‘Nothing planned,’ you ask Adriano to set you up a one-on-one songwriting session with this ‘Could Billy?’ but have to offer a carrot, a ‘Sure, you’ll he’s shy kid.’ Ingrid had a solution. told me the next student guide we need is one on ‘Lynne multi-track recording. Why you offer to record Billy if he can come up with an don’t original song?’ might just go for I agreed. ‘He that,’ you operate an eight-track recording she asked. ‘Can unit?’ I like her setting my next task, but wanted to sound like Mr Can-Do in ‘Easy.’ didn’t present company. your next Harrigan said. if Billy have any ‘Well, that’s project,’ ‘And doesn’t original material in him, we might have to buy him some.’ Before I could ask him to explain, Harrigan neatly changed the subject to the radio interview he was about to do. Blight had arranged a friendly chat with Triple Z’s morning show host. I imagined Harrigan wanted to shore up his reputation with the demographic that rarely watches current affairs shows. He said I was welcome to tag along to the interview in his car. It turned out Harrigan had been in his big Mercedes mood when left silver he’d Palm Beach that morning. 12 Radio Triple Z was housed in an unimpressive glass and steel box on the edge of the city centre. Inside, however, the room had a Nasa-like appearance. producer’s control Ingrid and I were seated in a space between the console and a producer’s control glass wall through which we could see the desk in the studio itself. Being announcer’s able to watch the announcer sitting behind a single microphone, casually saying a few
‘It got easier as we went along.’ ‘Any talented ones?’ ‘Yeah, an Aboriginal kid called Billy could sing and play guitar.’ Harrigan leaned forward, suddenly more intense. ‘How well?’ ‘Really well.’ ‘Dya know if he’s written any original material? ‘I didn’t ask him. Why?’ ‘Oh, just an idea.’ Harrigan was up to something, but wasn’t about to let on. ‘When’s your next session with him?’ ‘Nothing planned,’ I said. ‘Could you ask Adriano to set you up a one-on-one songwriting session with this Billy?’ ‘Sure, but you’ll have to offer a carrot, he’s a shy kid.’ Ingrid had a solution. ‘Lynne told me the next student guide we need is one on multi-track recording. Why don’t you offer to record Billy if he can come up with an original song?’ ‘He might just go for that,’ I agreed. ‘Can you operate an eight-track recording unit?’ she asked. ‘Easy.’ I didn’t like her setting my next task, but wanted to sound like Mr Can-Do in present company. ‘Well, that’s your next project,’ Harrigan said. ‘And if Billy doesn’t have any original material in him, we might have to buy him some.’ Before I could ask him to explain, Harrigan neatly changed the subject to the radio interview he was about to do. Blight had arranged a friendly chat with Triple Z’s morning show host. I imagined Harrigan wanted to shore up his reputation with the demographic that rarely watches current affairs shows. He said I was welcome to tag along to the interview in his car. It turned out Harrigan had been in his big silver Mercedes mood when he’d left Palm Beach that morning. 12 Radio Triple Z was housed in an unimpressive glass and steel box on the edge of the city centre. Inside, however, the producer’s control room had a Nasa-like appearance. Ingrid and I were seated in a space between the producer’s control console and a glass wall through which we could see the announcer’s desk in the studio itself. Being able to watch the announcer sitting behind a single microphone, casually saying a few