As she launches into several in-conversations as part of the Sydney Writers’ Festival this week, along with plenty more elsewhere (including Bellingen Readers & Writers Festival in June – come and join us), Holly Throsby is a writer in demand. Two novels to the (very) good, about small towns and fractured emotions, to add to her set of six (superb) solo albums, and this year a second Seeker Lover Keeper album with Sarah Blasko and Sally Seltmann. It’s enough to keep a mind as

It’s not like she was lazy. Holly Throsby made six albums in seven years including a highly praised children’s album, See!, she won’t play for her two-and-a-half-year-old daughter Alvy. “I should play her my record but I feel weird,” she says with a look of embarrassment. “I don’t really want to listen to it together.” All of those albums were minor gems of hushed singing and oblique but intense feelings. An English major arts graduate who did her time behind the counter of a

HOLLY THROSBY After A Time (Spunk) “Be honest now/If we all listen, we all mess up.” “Stay awhile, let’s stay in/We could all use something/So say us: you’re not alone.” Two lines, two songs but one voice, one message. After A Time, six years since the last Holly Throsby album, Team, comes none too soon for days of existential angst and ennui. Whether or not songs directly or indirectly address politics and climate, prejudice and stupidity, straightforward bastardry or - if w