YOU WILL SURELY LOVE AGAIN by CHRIS WILSON Tribute by John Butler
We mourn the dead, but if they touched us in some way they never really die.
MY TURN TO CRY by COLD CHISEL Story by John Butler
We’d run out of petrol returning from Mildura. Mobile phones were an invention of the future. We couldn’t even see a house light in the distance, let alone a public phone.
1952 VINCENT BLACK LIGHTNING by RICHARD THOMPSON Story by John Butler
I’m standing at the end of a long queue talking to a complete stranger. We both agree we never do this sort of thing. Myself, I’ve generally abided that warning about meeting your heroes.
HELLHOUND ON MY TRAIL by ROBERT JOHNSON Story by John Butler
In this age where there’s supposedly no such thing as bad publicity, where every mundane detail of life can serve as grist to the celebrity mill, the rarest commodity of all is a genuine sense of mystery. Because he was dead long before he was famous, Robert Johnson will never lose his mystery.
CATTLE AND CANE BY THE GO-BETWEENS Story by John Butler
It’s the middle of winter. Never mind, we’re wearing shorts and thongs. The sky is an unbroken plain of blue. Well, not entirely unbroken. Here and there, a pillar of white smoke plumes from a cane mill.