my hero…
… is Jesus. Let’s be clear about that.
But after Jesus, it’s Tim Freedman. Those who know me, and even those who just read my blog will know that I adore the man.
I love his music; a lot.
I love his lyrics, and simplistic style of piano playing, that I tend to think I may have subconsciously followed in my own piano playing. I love the way he very casually captivates an audience when he’s playing. I love his love of red wine. I love the way he adores the ALP, and loathes the Coalition. I love that he’s very laid back and relaxed about… seemingly everything.
I tend to think he’s a perfectionist though – I remember being at a concert and seeing him get quite frustrated at The Whitlams’ drummer, Terepai, because he didn’t start a song at the right speed, and made him start it again. And I’ve also seen him get frustrated with a video montage/sound disaster behind him on stage so much that he stopped the show, went off, and only came back on when it was fixed.
And after writing all that, I think I’m tending to draw some similarities between me and the man. Well, except that bit about very laid back and relaxed about seemingly everything.
Anyway, I do enjoy reading articles and stories about him. And on the weekend just gone, smh had an article about him (as part of the promo for the launch of The Whitlams’ best of album) where he shared that he actually has a 3 year old daughter. So there you go.