@lara_picone
Although I grew up just two hours north of Yamba, I never had any more to do with it than passing by on our annual family road trips to Sydney. During which, my sisters and I were mercilessly subjected to one of two cassettes: Johnny Cash – fine, even great; and John Williamson, terrible. No shade on John Williamson fans, but that brand of guitar-thumping, gumleaf-playing musical patriotism never had my toes-atappin’. Give me ‘Ring of Fire’ any day.
One Williamson song in particular grates to recall. Yet, unfortunately, I still do so, clearly: “We wanna wee wee, we want him to pull over, but Dad wouldn’t stop until we got to Yaaaaaamba…”
So much did I detest this song, and the deliberate whiny twang in Williamson’s voice, that I assimilated my feelings of the song with those of Yamba. Therefore I assumed it was a place bereft of all good things. Teeming with whingeing kids
