Sam Moran is one of Australia’s most endearing and enduring children’s performers, rising up from the ashes of an apparent end to forge a new beginning with a new image, a new show, new fans and now an Aria award to boot.
In Part 1 of this interview he talks openly about the trappings of being a singing and dance major in 80’s Wagga Wagga, why wrapping presents is the greatest song ever and why his daughter probably will earn more from his songs than he will.
More and more nowadays we are seeing children’s books, and their authors, becoming increasingly self aware and using the platform to share larger ideas. Books aimed at the young are becoming somewhat of a political playing field, with societal hot topics being presented and discussed in a way the young can comprehend and understand. Some dip their toes in the pool of the condesending, labouring their message to the point of patronising, while others pitch way above their desired audience, presenting confusing abstract ideas only relevant to the parent, whose then left to unscramble the brain of the confused child.
However, there are authors out there who are, whether by shear chance, genetics or tireless observation, completely and precisely in sync with the sensibilities of a child and have provided works far beyond their initial reading. So I thought I’d share some of my favourites.
When we think of childrens television, we think of Peppa Pig, Play School and Thomas the Tank Engine, but its hard to imagine that somewhere in the suburbs, in a darkened room with their head in their hands, is a struggling soul trying desperately to come up with new characters, dialogue and scenarios to cater for the ever demanding mind of a child.
Watching a child’s emerging appreciation for music is pretty special if you are lucky enough to witness it. Singing, dancing, moving, all little steps in the awakening of the musical tornado inside thats waiting patiently (but completley impatiently) to get out, culminating, eventually, in early morning raves and dance parties, while us parents sit at home sweating it out for their safe return several days later.
We can’t stop it from happening, and why on earth would we?
We are all familiar with the scenario. Sneaking into Daycare before pickup. Finding a small out of the way hiding spot and sitting and watching your child play. Unnoticed and uninterrupted, in their own environment. A small moment of parental observational doting.