JESUS CHRIST POSE BY SOUNDGARDEN Story by Imogen Knight
Imogen Knight recalls seeing Soundgarden and then Chris Cornell solo at two distinct stages of her life: 1991 and 2015.
CRIME IN THE CITY by NEIL YOUNG Story by Markus Zusak
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
WHEN THE SHIP COMES IN by BOB DYLAN Story by Vin M
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).
BLACK by PEARL JAM Story by Martina Medica
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
LAST KISS by PEARL JAM Story by Georgia Logan
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.
POOR BOY BY SPLIT ENZ Story by Hugh Jones
Here in my city I’m fretting after my father, lost in the aftermath of a stroke and the creeping invasion of inoperable cancer.
DEATH & TAXES BY DANIEL CAESAR Story by Patrick Stafrace
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.
ROCK AND ROLL DREAMS COME THROUGH BY JIM STEINMAN Story by Stephen Andrew
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.
JOKERMAN by BOB DYLAN Story by Scott Howey
I had better things to do than to listen to another song identified by my music-obsessed brother as worthy of listening to. Yet, I was polite, I was always polite. You see, I’d been through this process before.
I’M SHIPPING UP TO BOSTON BY THE DROPKICK MURPHYS Story by Smokie Dawson
By the time of the opening strains of Shipping Up To Boston (best known in these parts as the soundtrack to an Australian Rules football advertisement), the crowd is in raptures. It is the cue for my son John to enter the mosh-pit, and at his urging, I bravely follow.