I was dressed in my rust-colored corduroy 3-piece suit, and she in a conservative, Catholic school girl skirt and blouse. She was tall and attractive, in a girl-next-door sort of way. Overall she appeared to be a suitable match for this first foray into my dating life.
We’re three weeks away from our first show in 18 months, our first show at the Bendigo Writers Festival, in the lovely Capital Theatre. Saturday evening, 8 May. 8.30pm to 9.45pm.
November came and went and winter gaped ahead of me. The hostel was somewhere to sleep and a place to leave my things, but there was no comfort there.
Hearing the music in its original context, I could appreciate it anew and it made me think about how mutable songs were. How a stormy day might crank up the angst in a track, the way putting on a particular jumper could change the colour of your eyes.
Our classical music collection is in a small, curious corner of the Stereo Stories library.
I was still home reading Nina Simone.
As a teenager, I harboured completely delusional fantasies about becoming a classical musician. I mean. Completely. Delusional
In the middle of the noughties, the songwriter moved. The continent - Europe. He brought his sheet music, but abandoned his creative desires.
One of the romantic things Heaven and Driver did when they weren't Frenching in the driveway was make mixtapes for each other. I helped. One summer afternoon, Driver and I made a tape for Heaven.
Our first show for 2021 is on Saturday evening 8 May at The Capital Theatre, Bendigo, in central Victoria. Hope to see you there, folks.