NUTBUSH CITY LIMITS by TINA TURNER. Story by Ann Banham.
With a couple of drinks and the old audio system turned up as loud as it would go, we put Nutbush on rotation and hit the timeworn wooden floorboards.
SAILING TO PHILADELPHIA by MARK KNOPFLER. Essay by Ann Banham.
I am intrigued with the lyrics sung by the distinctive gravelly vocals of Knopfler. Who is this Jeremiah Dixon?
LA CUMPARSITA, traditional. Story by Ann Banham.
Here I am sitting on one side of the dance floor with the other women; the men cluster together on the opposite side. I am waiting for a man to give me a cabeceo – this is a ritual where a man eyeballs a woman and imperceptibly nods his head.
NIGHTS IN WHITE SATIN by THE MOODY BLUES. Story by Ann Banham.
Night times were sunburnt agony. We both lay on the edge of the bed far away from each other hissing 'Don’t touch me'. Not what you want on your honeymoon.