Wichita Lineman means a lot to me. I used to play it for my beloved when we first met: I was trying to impress her with my guitar skills because she didn't seem too impressed by my conversation, my sexual prowess, or my recipe for spicy peanut satay sauce. A tough one to break.
Vin Maskell Family room, Melbourne, June 2012 You don’t have to own every song you like. You don’t have to possess all the music you love.
Colin Ritchie DBA’S New Orleans, April 2015 “Jimbo Mathus is playing tonight at DBA’s, anyone interested?” Jimbo Mathus? To be honest I had never heard of him but as the suggestion was coming from Brian, our tour leader, undoubtedly, it was an option worth pursuing.
Rijn Collins Joutsa, Finland. October 2015 The feminist in me battles with the linguist, and I waver between correcting his English and biting his arm. I do neither, as the song on stage floats into my awareness.
Lucia Nardo Family gathering, Melbourne, 1996 I felt a plum-size lump, unyielding to my touch. Dan yelped with pain. That moment is etched in my memory. I knew our lives were about to change. I wanted to push the lump back down, along with all the terror it was about to unleash.
Vin Maskell Moggs Creek, Australia; 1983 to 2013 The third and final part of our series about family, a beach house and its record collection.
Vin Maskell Moggs Creek, Australia, 1983 to 2013 Part 2 of our three-part series about family, a beach house and its record collection: from The Screaming Tribesmen to The Girl From Ipanema.
J Negri's recent Almanac Music story looks at Dolly Parton's Coat Of Many Colours while also looking at grief, vulnerability, singing, persona, tassles and spangles.
Alan Attwood Las Vegas; March 1996 The song played in my head when I ran at night along a dead straight road in the darkness of the Nevada desert, which was as real as Las Vegas was fake.
Vin Maskell Local footy ground, Williamstown, Australia Any Sunday morning, 2005 to 2015 We're blokes in our 40s and 50s, jogging around in circles, trying to be teenagers again.