I WILL DARE (and other songs) by THE REPLACEMENTS. Poem by Christian Brimo
When I was with you I felt like Paul Westerberg /Yearning, hopeful, bruised but romantic
When I was with you I felt like Paul Westerberg /Yearning, hopeful, bruised but romantic
Split Enz were considerably more interesting in their earlier period.
I hung out at punk squats with pet rats and drum kits. The black lipstick wasnāt a success, but then, is it ever?
Brinsley Road, Camberwell 1973 Fitzroy, 2018 Just a perfect day You made me forget myself I thought I was someone else Someone good Ā Itās summer and Iām lying on the floor of the lounge at my school, headphones plugged into one of several sockets around the room that connect to the stereo system. Someone [...]
He is a Kylie tragic, and the CD thatās playing in the car is a compilation.
There is much conjecture and disagreement about the trajectory of Paul Weller and friends, the evolution of The Jam from punkish to mod to pop to pastiche, ending in the Style Council, of which I was never a fan (you can tell a Weller woman by the way she wears her hair etc).
I remember Sundays in the cold redbrick church, the smell of Mum's leather gloves and lipstick. During readings and sermons I would run imaginary horse races between the red, blue and green ribbons in my missal.
Itās the middle of winter. Never mind, weāre wearing shorts and thongs. The sky is an unbroken plain of blue. Well, not entirely unbroken. Here and there, a pillar of white smoke plumes from a cane mill.
Vin Maskell Moggs Creek, Australia; 1983 to 2013 The third and final part of our series about family, a beach house and its record collection.
Nathan Johnson North Adelaide, Australia, January 2004 A mate of mine was saying something, but I heard none of it. My eyes were fixed on the screen; my ears taking in every drum beat, every distortion, every melodic ebb and flow.