WHAT I AM by TEX, DON & CHARLIE. Story by Bernhard Sayer.
The song, like him, is drenched in space. The unhurried chords set the scene perfectly. Space.
NOBODY KNOWS by DAN SULTAN. Story/poem by Nicole Langtip.
I’ll blame the sweet caress of the violins.
JACKIE by SINEAD O’CONNOR. Story by Rijn Collins.
But I remember watching Sinéad on stage. I remember trying to absorb some of her strength, to physically inhale it across the crowd. That’s how you construct identity, surely?
GRACE by JEFF BUCKLEY. Story by Chloe Ellen.
Dad stands at the bowser. I sit in the passenger seat. The thrum of petrol is like a bassline.
FOR A DANCER by JACKSON BROWNE. Story by Ian Lihou.
It reminded her of when the conductor moves to the podium and, with a couple of taps, signals the dawn of the main event.
FAIRYTALE OF NEW YORK by THE POGUES. Poem by Mary Pomfret.
Mary Pomfret writes a lyrical response to the song Fairytale Of New York in the wake of the death of Shane McGowan.
JANELLE by COLD CHISEL. Story by Lynny Mast
I sent you a goodbye message in the chat you’d set up because, unlike the song, we never really did talk on the telephone.
I SAY A LITTLE PRAYER by ARETHA FRANKLIN. Poem by Michael Leach
’ll never forget/the sights/the sounds/the (e)motions/of departing/Mum’s/Service of/Thanksgiving.
ON YONGE STREET by GORDON LIGHTFOOT. Tribute story by Rowan MacDonald.
Gordon Lightfoot is my teacher of all things Canadian. As I walk the streets of Toronto, his sounds fill my ears.
ON YONGE STREET by GORDON LIGHTFOOT. Story by Rowan MacDonald
Gordon Lightfoot is my teacher of all things Canadian. As I walk the streets of Toronto, his sounds fill my ears.