Lindy Morrison is best known for being the drummer in the Go-Betweens. She fell in love with her bandmate, Robert Forster, but had her daughter, Lucinda, with another man, John Needham. Having been single for 30 years, the 74-year-old hopes she isn’t done when it comes to love.

My paternal grandfather, George Morrison, was a Grafton [NSW] mayor who died young. My maternal grandfather also died young but my mother, Adelaide, was reluctant to talk about her family because her mother died giving birth to her. She and her three siblings were raised by an aunt.

My paternal great-uncle was writer Ion Idriess. When I was nine, I went from Brisbane to Sydney with my father to have surgery, and we went to Ion’s dark office filled with whisky bottles. He was an eccentric man who’d travelled all over Australia and lived with Indigenous people. He died in 1979. I have all his first-edition books.

My dad, Ion Craig Morrison, was a doctor. He met Mum in Sydney, where she was a nurse, during World War II. Mum’s first husband had died on the Centaur, a ship sunk by the Japanese near Gladstone in 1943, after they’d been married for just nine months.

Dad was stationed in the Pacific. He wrote, asked Mum to marry him and said, “If you don’t, you won’t see me again,” so she gave in. They married in 1946.

I am one of four children. I have a younger brother, Ian, who also became a doctor. He is gay and married and lives in Sydney. We are best friends.

I grew up in Brisbane in the 1960s, just as the sexual revolution arrived. It was the era of the anti-Vietnam War protests and civil rights for Indigenous people. But in the ’70s, with Joh Bjelke-Petersen running Queensland, we lost the right to march. I became very involved politically, and that meant I was at loggerheads with my parents.

My father had been very eccentric, and that eccentricity allowed him to see things in a broader way. But he became increasingly conservative as he got older, and increasingly we didn’t see eye to eye.