Foucault on South Morang by The Stavros Brothers
Stefan Schutt Reservoir 2012, Paris 2013 South Morang is the centre of the civilised universe.
Empty by Ray La Montagne
Alyson Miller Snowy Mountains Highway, New South Wales, 2009 You lean in to kiss my collarbone, murmuring the chorus line, and it is in this moment that we hit something hard and the CD skips.
EDGE OF SEVENTEEN by STEVIE NICKS. Story by Lisa Jewell
Lisa Jewell Loungeroom, Clarinda, Melbourne 1982 Mrs Rainer was a tyrant with a vacuuming fetish. She would make me take my shoes off before even looking at the carpet.
WUTHERING HEIGHTS by KATE BUSH Story by Aimee Knight
Aimee Knight Mary St / Electric Avenue / Wuthering Heights, Adelaide, 2012 – 2014 A proverbial banshee was born this morn and for her, we re-dub this oft-cursed cottage ‘Wuthering Heights’.
DESPERADO by THE EAGLES Story by Lucia Nardo
Lucia Nardo Fire-place, Melbourne, July 1993 The thick door of my home couldn’t protect me from that winter’s chill. Icy wind whistled between the jambs and into the house.
Crazy by Gnarls Barkley
Casselise Rowe Between Coober Pedy and William Creek, outback Australia, June 2007 Two stray horses trotted up to the car, out of nowhere, curiously looking in on us as if also wanting to hear the music.
Bruise Violet by Babes In Toyland. Story by Rijn Collins.
Rijn Collins The Metro, Melbourne, November 1995 Agoraphobia starts slowly. There’s a tremble of a hand on the doorknob, a flutter of your heart on the tram, and then suddenly it’s been two years of watching your housemates walk down the front path, without you.
Beat on the Brat by The Ramones. Fiction by Aimee Said
Fiction by Aimee Said Siouxsie’s bedroom, suburbia, 2010 I let loose with some side kicks and moderate headbanging myself. When the track finishes we fall onto the bed, puffed and laughing like loons.
Aneurysm by Nirvana. Story by Matthew Naqvi
Matthew Naqvi Lounge room, 3.45pm, 2004, Broadmeadows My parents didn’t mind because this was as troublesome as I got.
All Or Nothing At All by Vince Jones. Story by Nick Gadd
Nick Gadd Kitchen, Saronno, Italy, January 1990 I was working as an English teacher at a chewing gum factory, and Lynne had a job at a language school in Milan.