The Vinyl Tiger is also a Melbourne boy.
We're both Melbourne boys who have probably spent more of their adult lives away from Melbourne than in Melbourne. But Alekzandr wears way more eyeliner than I ever have.
Alekzandr is an Aussie, in part because by the eighties it became more plausible that you could achieve pop success even if you weren't British or American. But one of the ideas that I was interested in pursuing in writing the book was the experience of being a constant outsider.
You can assimilate almost anywhere you find yourself, but to some extent, there is a feeling inside for many of us ex-pats that we're in a borrowed place. A place that is all well and fine to live in, to make a life in and to enjoy, but one that will probably never belong to us in the way that we belong to our hometowns.
Returning to Melbourne is usually the vehicle with which Alekzandr has to address what is going on with his life elsewhere. It's hard to encapsulate your life to the people in your life if you only get to see them once or twice a year. And the editing process can put undue emphasis on some things and not enough on others.
Melbourne is a place that I hold very dear. I make sure I visit every year and I'm working towards spending more and more of my year there because it's a city that has a lot going for it [in addition to housing my dear life long friends].
Melbourne, is for all its hipster pretensions, a bohemian city at heart. It's an indie city on a big scale, and, one where residents highly value the mix of culture, food, sport and nightlife that it offers. It regularly polls well in all those most livable city indexes so I won't bang on about it anymore than I have. But, if you want some recommendations, check out this groovy map that will keep your inner hipster, sorry, bohemian, happy.