I’LL BE GONE. Book by Craig Horne.
Mike Rudd wanted to turn music on its head; like an abstract artist he wanted to create a new tonal reality, a blueprint for Melbourne’s live music scene to follow.
PINK FLAG by WIRE. Story by Gideon Haigh
It was only as the band members sloped off that they looked a little senior for all this excitement, ready for bed and a Horlicks. The mood in the audience was not just ecstatic but validated.
KEYBOARD SONATAS by DOMENICO SCARLATTI. Text and poem by Kevin Densley
The keyboard sonatas of Domenico Scarlatti (1685–1757), and a poem I wrote about them, have a close connection to my favourite rental place, an historic mansion in Newtown, Geelong.
OH! YE DEAD by KEVIN McDERMOTT and RALPH RICHEY. Story by Annette Signorini
The great writer would have been impressed. He was the subject of all discussion, around which everything circled.
ON THE ROAD by JACK KEROUAC Story by Stephen Andrew
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...
OH ENGLAND MY LIONHEART by KATE BUSH Poem by Kevin Densley
The vines twisted around the pergola/in my grandmother’s backyard/were gnarled and old
Rachmaninoff: Piano Concerto no.2 op.18 Story by Luke R Davies
The love of any form of art is always a subjective thing. What is cool is an art form that can take you to a new level of appreciation of another art form.
I’M IN THE MOOD FOR LOVE by BRYAN FERRY Text by Thuy On
It’s a song about the frisson of sexual and romantic connection and what’s so piquant and poignant about it is that the film is about dashed opportunities for such possibilities.
SOMETHING CHANGED by PULP. Text by Thuy On
With the murmurings of chatter from other tables around us, our own conversation flowed smoothly, a stream without pebbles to impede the course.
EVERYDAY FORMULA by REGURGITATOR Text by Thuy On
As I pulled up to the Astor cinema and circled around for a park the band’s Everyday Formula reverberated through the tinny stereo system: My whole world's cheap and phony/ Dear hearts get lost and lonely/ I'll get what's coming to me soon.