GOING TO A TOWN by RUFUS WAINWRIGHT Story by Zoë Krupka
Zoë Krupka Bell Street, Coburg, Melbourne, 2007 And then everything I’d ever wanted to say about September 11, 2001 had been said. Or crooned really.
Zoë Krupka Bell Street, Coburg, Melbourne, 2007 And then everything I’d ever wanted to say about September 11, 2001 had been said. Or crooned really.
Mickey Randall Sydney Airport, January 5, 2006 I fiddle with my Walkman radio, singularly ravenous for Australian sounds.
Luke R Davies Cambridge Park, western suburbs of Sydney. Early 1980s. It blew me away and blew me straight into the local music shop to get one of those blues harps.
Lisa Jewell St Kilda foreshore 1994; Memphis 2012 I made the vow sound like a secret weapon. They didn’t ask what the vow was.
Holly Ringland Runaway Bay, Australia 1994; Surfers Paradise, Australia 1999; Vancouver Island 2003; Central Desert of Australia 2007 I always think I’m imagining it, but the beam of his torch is steady and true as it bounces over the shrubs, making phosphorescence of the spinifex.
Phil Dimitriadis Northern suburbs, Melbourne, July 1985 My first real kiss was a cheap tequila breath away.
Hugh Jones Wrest Point Casino, Hobart, 1982 “I’m sure I could arrange it,” I said to Don McLean, without any idea where to find a horse, let alone ride one.
Cassandra Atherton Southern Kisses: A backyard in Slidell, Louisiana, 1982 It was the music he heard first. Something about smelling the moon in her perfume.
Fiction by John Weldon Traffic lights, Melbourne. September 2010 It was completely meaningless, totally shallow and absolutely without any relevance to anything going on in my life. Perfect.
Kerrie Soraghan Pool room, Deer Park, 31 October 1982 On Saturday mornings Dad always sang along loudly to Song Sung Blue on our tinny stereo: mortifying in the extreme to a teenage daughter full of her own pretensions