Long story short. Took the (rescheduled) flight from Kununurra to Darwin via Perth. Watched the Gurrumul movie that evening. Maybe the first time I cried on a plane. Spellbound. I know this man’s music was so melodious and beautiful. His life story was a combination of sadness, disadvantage, joy, love of country and kin, inspiring and transcendent.
There is another country out there, for us of European stock. The indigenous and the ancient lands, the vibrant colours, the simplicity of life, the power of space and nature. Gurrumul for me is the window into that other glorious world. I am so pleased to have experienced some of it.