The bedroom wall had hundreds of small articles about music, cut out from newspapers. Album reviews. Profiles. Gig reviews.
We cannot play any gigs at the moment, but we can look back with pride and look forward with hope. Check out our new video clip.
I catch Dylan's phrasings and intonations in-between cutting the carrots and the parsnips.
It is five years since Joan Kirner, former Premier of Victoria, died of cancer. June 1, 2015. 76 years old. Amongst her many interests, Kirner was founding patron of the Williamstown Literary Festival.
Stereo Stories published its 500th story this morning.
One song title stands out. One title has me impatient for the CD to get to Track 7.
A song for the times. "I want to live alone in the desert/I want to be like Georgia O'Keefe/I want to live on the Upper East Side/And never go down in the street"
We ended up in a pub. There was a country-rock band in a back room. They played with a certain honesty. Lap-steel guitar can do that.
Here he is on the telly. Careering about in a golf buggy. Dancing. Having a ball. I find the song on the interweb and YouTube tells me it’s had 593,254,616 views. So far. Incomprehensible.
I’m hoping there are no latecomers, no stragglers, because I want to hear as much of this song as I can. The chorus, though, catches me off-guard.