WATERFALL by HEATH KING/FLOW (and MEMPHIS by THE BADLOVES). Story by Martina Medica.
I blink - and the Badloves disappear. Instead, on the stage, I see a ghost. Not Elvis, no. But a King nonetheless. Heath King.
SIGN OF THE TIMES by HARRY STYLES. Confession by Martina Medica.
You resolve to simply never think about Harry Styles, or One Direction, ever again.
SEARCHING by INXS.Story by Martina Medica.
I watch the funeral on my own, in bed, after recording it. I don’t want to watch it in real time with others around me, the people who don’t understand, who tell me I'm being silly.
BLACK MAGIC WOMAN by SANTANA. Story by Martina Medica
Where I went to school, boys – men – didn’t dance. Not unless they were full of whisky bluster or beer bravado, anyway, and certainly not the way he was, his lithe body a study in confident, soft, expressive masculinity.
ANTHEM by LEONARD COHEN. Story by Martina Medica
Every morning he switches on the radio to my favourite station. He hopes it will help. Most of the time I barely notice it.
LOVER YOU SHOULD’VE COME OVER by JEFF BUCKLEY. Story by Martina Medica
I’m exhausted and out of breath. I don’t even know where I am anymore. Have I missed my stop? I wouldn’t know.
PURPLE SNEAKERS by YOU AM I Story by Martina Medica
I wasn’t a fan of his music, but I went along to impress the new fella in my life.
JE N’EN CONNAIS PAS LE FIN by Jeff Buckley Story by Martina Medica
I never learn her name and I never speak to her. I don’t change my tutorial time so that I can be in a tute with her, the way I had done in my American History unit the previous semester with a boy who’d caught my eye in much the same way.
BEST SONG EVER by ONE DIRECTION Story by Martina Medica
Sometimes salvation can be found in the unlikeliest of songs. I find the one I want in the playlist, the one you call your dancing song, and turn it up loud.
YOU DO SOMETHING TO ME by PAUL WELLER Story by Martina Medica
If we had hours rather than minutes, we would listen to music through the tinny TV speakers, tucked up together under blankets on the mattress, arguing over the best of British.