The Journey

G’day Kings, Queens & Certified Misfits.

Welcome to Get Shakey. Where the gear is bold, the message is louder, and the story behind it could fill a book... but here’s the short(ish) yarn.

I’m a Queensland country boy, raised on cattle country where the days were filled with mustering cattle, riding horses, tearing around on motorbikes, and exploring every inch of the bush. Trouble was, I had a bad habit of not listening… and an even worse habit of chasing the dumb and dangerous. The result? More head knocks than a pub pool table on a Friday night, including a fractured skull for good measure.

By my late teens, rodeo had its hooks in me. Mum and Dad were Aussie champions, so naturally I followed in their footsteps. But the head injuries kept stacking up until I was getting knocked out most weekends. Eventually, I had to swap bulls for the normal life.

Or so I thought.

Fast forward to September 2022. I’m in New Zealand snowboarding at Snow Machine, carving runs by day and chasing tunes by night. On the very last day, I collide with a skier head on getting knocked out cold in the process. Against all advice from my friends and pushing through my symptoms my dumb ass headed out to the musical festival only to wake up being loaded into a helicopter bound for Christchurch with a severe head injury.

Six months later, I’m cleared for work — only to take a small stumble, lightly knock my head, and have all the symptoms come back tenfold. Another airlift. More scans. And the diagnosis: epilepsy. Focal seizures that, thanks to bad med reactions, stress, and losing my job, evolved into full tonic-clonic seizures.

From there, life became a blur of hospital stays, med changes, and moments that broke me… but didn’t keep me down. Along the way, I picked up a colourful medical rap sheet. Epilepsy, Functional Neurological Disorder (FND), Osteoarthritis, TMJ Joint degeneration, L5/S1 disc protrusion, Chronic pain, Depression and Anxiety.

Sounds heavy, and it is, but Get Shakey was born from it. This isn’t just clothing. It’s a statement. A nod to everyone who’s been rattled by life but refuses to stop dancing. We stitch resilience, rebellion, and a whole lot of Aussie cheek into every piece.

This is the start of a new chapter. The Get Shakey journey.

Not just surviving — thriving. And rattling a few cages while we’re at it.