I DRINK by MARY GAUTHIER Story by Luke R Davies
Mary Gauthier entered my little world and reinforced the notion that songwriting is a great art form as worthy of any other. To me, she was, until then, an unknown master of songwriting.
OLD WHITE MEN by VANCE GILBERT Story by Luke R Davies
Can’t think of a song all festival that blew me away like Old White Men did. When I caught it at the tail end of Vance Gilbert's set I welled up like everyone else.
A WHITER SHADE OF PALE by PROCUL HARUM. Story by Luke Davies
I was like another brother to Jessica. She fancied my band mates more than me, so that was bit of a drag. We did share a love for one particular song, though.
WEEVILS IN THE FLOUR by ROY BAILEY Story by Luke Davies
The afternoon sun came through the west facing window as I tinkered on some project and the radio was glued to Radio National. The radio has served me well after being rescued from a dumpster.
How Blue Can You Get by BB King (Live at the Regal, 1964)
Luke R Davies Blacktown, New South Wales, 1986 It was hairs standing up and goose bumps time. I am an atheist and this was as close to a religious experience I was ever going to get.
Born in Chicago by The Paul Butterfield Blues Band. Story by Luke R Davies
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.