Imogen Knight recalls seeing Soundgarden and then Chris Cornell solo at two distinct stages of her life: 1991 and 2015.
Like A Stone by Audioslave was Ali Schnabel's topic for a Grade Six presentation/show-and-tell. Her teacher and her classmates were a little taken aback.
All around me was this rubble, the toaster was over the road – my book was blown to bits – but somehow the oven and my headphones were still intact, and Neil Young (ever the unfuckingkillable – the rock n roll cockroach if ever there was one), was STILL singing…and I still hadn’t got to the best bit
All I could think of , as she stood just a metre or two away, unflustered by betting deadlines, was her voice, her laugh, her brown eyes, her cascading hair, her full figure. And the inexperience of my heart (plus anoher vital organ).
You flick through my CDs with the kind of thought and care people put into choosing a name for their child. An appreciative smile rests briefly on my lips as you insert the disc into the car stereo. I don’t even care what you’ve chosen, I just love that it took you so long to choose
Ticket are selling fast for our 17 June concert at the Williamstown Literary Festival.
Vivid flashbacks. The last time I saw him. The last time I walked in to the hospital room. The last time he looked at me.
Here in my city I’m fretting after my father, lost in the aftermath of a stroke and the creeping invasion of inoperable cancer.
With the exception of evening joggers and trend-spotters playing Pokemon Go, Rosalind Park laid dormant. Too exhausted to call home and too cold to trawl through the reservoirs of online music, I launched a playlist on Spotify.
This song sounds like Phil Spector has died and is rising to heaven. The track is a religious pop song offering deep gratitude for the divinity that can sometimes find its way into the Top 40. The rest of the album is an abomination.