In the space of thirty seconds I’ve gone from being bored to horny to a tragic figure whose only true love is dead.
If we had hours rather than minutes, we would listen to music through the tinny TV speakers, tucked up together under blankets on the mattress, arguing over the best of British.
Hey Little Girl does not remind me of anybody in particular. But it reminds me of Madrid. It’s what I heard at that moment, when I needed to hear something just like it, when I was between jobs and almost broke.
As soon as the credits rose I would stalk back to the car and play Low on my way home, through the city and immigrant ghettoes, past still clattering factories and silent housing estates, then back onto the dark of the fen to park at a small humpback bridge just outside my village.
I shed a few tears, wiped them away, and lost myself in the music. Chester Bennington is gone, but his legacy will live on through his music.
This was Franco’s Spain. The military dictator had brought in laws to limit freedom of association and groups of more than two people were not allowed to gather. We were in constant danger.
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In the third of our Rewind series we take a look back at Nick Gadd's touching story of tending to his infant daughter Genny (who recently turned 21!).
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.
In the first of our Rewind series, we re-visit Rachael Howlett's terrific story about suburbia and buying the 7-inch single of Antmusic by Adam And The Ants. I just knew it was time to break out some of my pocket money to buy this tune and rattled my blue State Bank of Victoria moneybox until [...]