LANDSLIDE by THE (DIXIE) CHICKS. Story by Janet Brown.
That’s it. That’s the bit in the song. The gulp catches my breath. Staring out the windscreen and emotion spills from me and fogs the glass.
SAN FRANCISCO DAYS by CHRIS ISAAK. Story by Virginia Muzik
Later, it’s six of us at a workmate’s one-room apartment, watching videos, drinking, talking. He and I sit on the bed, a purring cat between us. Kitty’s tail flicks against my thighs as he strokes one end, I stroke the other, our hands sometimes touching: poor kitty a conduit for the swollen energy between us.
BORN ON THE BAYOU by CREEDENCE CLEARWATER REVIVAL. Story by Krystal Maynard
Romantic glances were exchanged, embarrassing dance moves produced, high notes aimed for but never hit.
GREEN RIVER by CREEDENCE CLEARWATER REVIVAL Story by Damian Balassone
My sole ambition in life is to find out what has happened to John Fogerty.
HARVEST MOON by NEIL YOUNG Advice by Sophia Irvine
Harvest Moon is almost poetic and otherworldly in its lyrics and melody. But it got me thinking about that guy who dumped me when I was 14.
YOUR BRIGHT BABY BLUES by JACKSON BROWNE Story by Vin
At The Palais Theatre, most of the audience of 3000 would have known Your Bright Baby Blues. At The Railway Hotel, probably only two brothers.
FRIEND OF THE DEVIL by BOB DYLAN Story by Damian Balassone
Sometimes it’s only when you see a girl for the second or third time that you realise how beautiful she is. A song is a bit like that.
Song For Adam by Kiki Dee (Jackson Browne) Story by Vin Maskell
It’s not a mistake to transpose your own experiences onto a song (or a poem or a novel or a painting…). It’s inevitable. It’s part of art. But it can be a trap if you’re not careful.
Hollywood Waltz by The Eagles. Story by Mark Schier
Mark Schier California, 1990 We sat on the train and plugged into our portable cassette players with those 1990s chunky headphones. I'm not sure what my wife listened to, but for me there was only one choice.
TAKE IT TO THE LIMIT by THE EAGLES Story by Kahli Scott
Kahli Scott Brisbane, Australia and London, UK; April 2016 There’s been a shadow over me that doesn’t seem to lift when London’s grey skies do. And Randy Meisner’s voice keeps popping into my head.