YOU’VE GOT TO HIDE YOUR LOVE AWAY by THE BEATLES Story by Stephen Andrew
Despite my stage fright, a dodgy monitor and a handful of fluffed lines, my little trio are sharp enough and together enough to sound OK.
Despite my stage fright, a dodgy monitor and a handful of fluffed lines, my little trio are sharp enough and together enough to sound OK.
We’re so open to it all it’s no wonder that Friday on My Mind made such an impression. Bowie's version especially.
A quarter of a century later, I hear this song again, rising spontaneously through the eucalypts.
Stephen Andrew recalls the night of Bob Hawke's 1983 election triumph, via - of all things - a song called Too Shy by a band called - of of all things - Kajagoogoo.
The song still belts my heart like defibrillator paddles.
Staring at nothing/But sleep’s petulant absence./Most nights were like this/Toward the end.
Listen to Stephen Andrew as he recalls errant high-school days and a taciturn teacher.
The lyrics of Rattlin’ Bones were apocalyptic and disorienting but somehow strangely comforting after our deeply personal experiences of the Black Saturday fires.
Kerouac’s bebop fills my body. His mellifluous slurring cha-cha-cha’s itself into a new instrument, floating notes like his beloved Charlie Parker saxophone...
Unhinged, unwieldy, (apparently) uncoordinated and maybe even unlistenable. Despite or because of this, I pressed on. I'd read somewhere that this was supposed to be An Important Album.