Night shifts summer’s leaves/Date palms rock in breeze/Crescent bay shimmers
Andrew Starkie reflects on friendship, growing up, and The River: Pat introduced me to Bruce Springsteen in the garage at Monash Avenue. We couldn’t have been older than 12 and 13.
As a teenage boy in a dark suburban room, I was a long way from the turnpikes of New Jersey. I didn't have a job, a car or a girl, just an Apollo 10-speed bicycle and a dungeon I called my own. What on earth was I connecting with here?
Vin Maskell Wellington St, St Kilda, 1982 Five songs in and I was wrung out. No light, no shade on this album. Black rivers. Serial killers.
Jack Gramski Western suburbs, Melbourne, circa 2005 Everyone I'd grown up with was changing: getting jobs, having kids, moving away, finding new friends etc.
Vin Maskell Outside Newport library, Victoria, Australia. Saturday 7 July, 2012. Midday. The busker had an audience of one, as I stood there off to the side, trying not to look too conspicuous.
Phil Dimitriadis Watching YouTube in East Preston, March 2014 Tom is but a spirit in the night/remembering the love of a Jersey girl.