SUZIE Q (not by CREEDENCE). Story by Paul Dufficy.
I had no idea what the scene would involve, but I was chosen to be part of the Military Police who would guard the young women from marauding GIs.
BORN TO BE WILD by STEPPENWOLF. Story by Paul Dufficy.
I realised that oratory is a wonderful thing but passionless rhetoric is both hollow and soulless. My debating career was over.
IT’S A LONG WAY TO THE TOP by AC/DC. Story by Paul Dufficy.
Baldy wished Steve a happy birthday and opened the door of Steve's birthday present, the Chrysler Valiant Baldy had just stolen.
A HARD DAY’S NIGHT by THE BEATLES. Story by Paul Dufficy.
The theatre manager probably retired to the screening room and poured herself a stiff drink or two.
HARD DRIVIN’ MAN by J.GEILS BAND. Story by Paul Dufficy
I was in my new outfit and if truth be told I looked a bit like Thurston Howell III from Gilligan’s Island. I think most of the girls there thought so too.
AT THE DEPOT by RORY GALLAGHER. Story by Paul Dufficy.
I write down everything I know: albums, early bands, band members, famous gigs, instruments played and anything else I could remember. You couldn’t record with a Walkman but I had kept my small cassette player/recorder and now made sure I had new batteries and a clean C90 cassette.
BLISTER ON THE MOON by TASTE. Story by Paul Dufficy.
Although he was from Sydney he wasn’t from my part of town. He was wealthy, connected, lived in a suburb where people had tennis courts, and he wore fashionable corduroy, high-waisted flares.
DISCO DEEWANE by NAZIA HASSAN. Story by Paul Dufficy.
As we made our way north through Rajasthan to Delhi the song was everywhere. There was no escape. Sometimes I would shudder to consciousness late at night, sweat drenched and hysterical, as Disco Deewane played endlessly in my head.
UNTIL THE GOOD IS GONE by LITTLE STEVEN AND THE DISCIPLES OF SOUL. Story by Paul Dufficy.
Steve and I are driving from Kempsey to Crescent Head in 1972 at about 9pm and the local DJ at 2KM puts on the Hollies’ Long Cool Woman (in a black dress) and apparently goes outside for a smoke as the vinyl single hits a snag and repeats and repeats … and right in front of me the Disciples of Soul …