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.
FIRE by BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN. COVID-19 tip from Louise Maskell.
What the world needs now is more of this. More sultry men steaming up your computer screen as you scratch out a living in this Covid-19 world.
HYPERACTIVE CHILD by DEAD KENNEDYS. COVID-19 tip from Stephen Andrew
That night I hung out down the back of the venue because the molten mosh pit at the foot the stage was simply terrifying.