Europe & American Tour

I have not spoken publicly about this until now. For those with PTSD be warned that the following words could be a tad triggering. To say the least.

On New Years Day a year ago I was beaten on the head with a pole and set on fire by a crazed bloke in the hills behind Mullumbimby. He had been prevented from abusing his girlfriend by me.

I suffered severe burns to 20% of my body back and arms.

I had skin grafts taken from my leg. His day of judgement is rapidly approaching.

After a month spent in the burns unit I joined my friend in Lismore Heights who is a nurse.

She looked after me while I recovered on the couch.

On the 28th of February I got up in the morning and ran down the hill and spent the day rescuing people in the Floods for our government had abandoned them. I was involved in the Fromelles Nursing Home Evacuation, carrying the poor, frightened elderly across the roof in their bedsheets.

I swam through the floodwaters to get to an old man and my grafts became infected.

After a week working managing the dispatch and donations at the evacuation Centre in Goonellebah the lovely women there ordered me to go back to the burns unit and get my grafts checked out.

In addition, prior to the above events I was present at four seperate drug overdoses whereby I had to give CPR until the ambulance came.

Then if this wasn’t enough my Kelpie passed away from Lymphosacoma, an aggressive blood cancer.

In addition there are a handful of other severely traumatic incidents that I do not care to mention right now.

Somehow, with the help of my friends I managed to climb up out of the abyss.

Ive been doing well, had a decent job doing chippy work and I’ve for the most part got my life back on track.

Three weeks ago I spent a considerable amount of money on a treatment for PTSD called the SGB procedure, (Stella Ganglion Block) which has bee an amazing help.

Just last week though suddenly the work dried up with no notice, I’d spent all my savings on the procedure and I took my car to a mechanic in the hills to have my brakes done.

I’d stumbled upon what appeared to be a suicide attempt.

I found a car running with a pipe attached to the exhaust.

The guy is not dead but he has severe carbon monoxide poisoning.

I have been having nightmares ever since and having trouble sleeping.

I can’t seem to catch a break.

I simply want to get back to doing what I was born to do, that’s being a songwriter.

I have a small European tour booked next and some opportunities in the United States.

But I can’t even afford a one way ticket at this junction.

So Ive taken the decision to set up a Go Fund Me thing and ask for some help.

I have about 10 vinyl copies of my album Death of Gringo and a bunch of Howlin’ Dingo T-shirts.

I will give away to anyone who donates to the re-launch of my Music Career.

During this time of turmoil I have written and professionally recorded four albums - all of which are unreleased.

All I want to do is to play a Honky Tonk somewhere in the Mississippi Delta with my mate George Cessna, go to Nashville have a yarn with the ghost of Hank Williams.

Like Hank im a Ramblin’ Man. It’s time to go a ramblin’ again

Any help would be greatly appreciated.

Also, If anyone is looking for a chippy or a labourer in the Byron Shire let me know

Many Thanks,

Rhyece Conlan O’Neill

Aka The Murray River Rambler