CASTLE ON THE HILL by ED SHEERAN. Story by Kate Foulds.
Mum was a practical woman. She expressed her love through deeds. Tender words and demonstrative affection weren’t her strong suit. Particularly at home.
DESCENT INTO THE MAELSTROM by RADIO BIRDMAN. Story and video by Troy Walsh.
It was a time of riding on a barrel of a song and being saved by a fisherman called Friedrich Nietzsche and his novel Thus Spoke Zarathustra.
MY PAL by GOD. Story by Rijn Collins
It’s a classic punk song; raw, revelatory and raging. The Guardian claims it’s “one of the best singles ever made by anyone, anywhere, anytime”.
TENTH AVENUE FREEZEOUT by BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN AND THE E STREET BAND. Story by Louise Maskell.
If it wasn’t for the pandemic … I wouldn’t have started swimming in the sea at the ungodly hour of 6.30am. And making wonderful new friends in the process.
A PUB WITH NO BEER by SLIM DUSTY. Story by Marianne Lessels
Dicko invited me to a concert at the Mooroopna Mechanics Institute. On a Sunday night. To see Slim Dusty. I had heard and rejected Slim and his music.
LOST IN YESTERDAY by TAME IMPALA. Story by Madeleine Maccar
I worried the distance would be a death sentence as I found myself alone in my best friend’s mostly empty new living room, 1681 miles from any possibility of weeknight concerts, impromptu G&Ts and sushi, Galentine’s Day, movie marathons, holiday gatherings, city adventures, beach birthdays, and drop-everything post-tragedy afternoons of comfort TV.
GREENSLEEVES (and ice-cream vans)
Greensleeves is the sound of anticipation. The sound of promise and summer. The sound of hot days. The sound of ice-cream on your tongue, melting over your fingers, dripping onto your toes.
DOG DAYS ARE OVER by FLORENCE + THE MACHINE. Story by Steven Joyner
In that final hour, I felt compelled to dance. I’ve never been a dancer, nor have I ever truly felt the inclination, but suddenly, I felt the desperate need to stand up and flail around my bedroom like a madman.
UNDER THE TABLE by FIONA APPLE. Poem by Michael Leach
A short poem about COVID, porridge and a Fiona Apple song.
I REFUSE by SIMPLE PLAN. Story by Tansy Bradshaw
At the time of writing this I am currently on day 132 of self-isolation, with no end in sight. It is the first day of the mandatory mask wearing in Melbourne, Victoria.