ASHOKAN FAREWELL by JAY UNGAR Story Luke R Davies
For a time I was transported to a place that's hard to explain. It was sublime, an experience one might call spiritual. Confirming even an atheist can be touched by the unknown.
BOATS & BIRDS by GREGORY AND THE HAWK Story by Lauryn Goates
The next thing I knew I was on the ground. A paramedic was talking to me. I didn’t know what they were saying.
GREEN GROW THE RUSHES O Traditional folk song. Story by Ruby Claire
When I was 10, my aunty moved from that house and we no longer had the uncle with the big red truck. There was no more chipped white paint and no more tyre swing.
LITTLE LION MAN by MUMFORD & SONS. Story by Claire Roberts
Our flight back to London is delayed by a day, and we battle with a lecturer who threatens to fail us for missing a mandatory class. I don't know where the set-list we collected lives now.
CARRICKFERGUS by BRYAN FERRY Story by Stephen Andrew
A quarter of a century later, I hear this song again, rising spontaneously through the eucalypts.
GOTTA GET IT by THE RESONANT ROGUES Story by Vin Maskell
My friend Gina sends an email with the subject line ‘Resident Rogues’, inviting me to see a swing/country/gypsy music band from the US in a little bar called the Merri Creek Tavern. She tells me a story as we wait to see the band.
HARD ON THINGS by CORIN RAYMOND Story by Luke Davies
The song reached in hard and touched me. That night I have a fan moment and purchase three of Corin's CDs during the interval.
I DRINK by MARY GAUTHIER Story by Luke R Davies
Mary Gauthier entered my little world and reinforced the notion that songwriting is a great art form as worthy of any other. To me, she was, until then, an unknown master of songwriting.
I’VE GOT A PLAN by MY FRIEND THE CHOCOLATE CAKE Story by Vin
Save for the weeds, not much grows in our front yard. The soil is rubbish, almost literally. “What’s the plan?” my neighbour says cheerily, as I'm weeding.
HANDYMAN BLUES by BILLY BRAGG Story by Vin Maskell & Paul Bateman
I'm up on top of the house looking at a hole in the roof. A storm is coming. I’m thinking rain, I’m thinking possums, I’m thinking Handyman, wherefore art thou?