I grew up in the beachside suburb of Scarborough in Western Australia, it was the 70s, so it was scooters, skateboards and video games. We played spotlight and brandy at the parks. On the weekend my parents would take us to open homes for sale, imagining lives, lived in someone else home, it was cheap entertainment and I loved it. From yellow, shag pile carpets to whole mural wallpaper of waterfalls and Renoir paintings. Family photographs and ceramic horses filled the mantles, these house were full of stories.
Fast forward 20 or so years and I now live in Hobart, I’m on a trip to Glenorchy Tip-shop, A solo young adult man is In front of his house dressed as Elvis, singing into a microphone connected to a small amp, to an audience of no one, just the passing cars. There is always a story happening in suburbia.