RICH KID BLUES by TERRY REID. Poem by Sukie Shinn
Girls boys/ Vibrant noise/ Girls men?/ Not quite Zen/ Finding tribe/ Cool vibe/ Brave sky/ No asking why/ In a pink angora dress.
THIS IS by ASLAN. Story by Maria Haughey
Once Upon A Time there was a band. A band that was Made In Dublin. And there was a girl. Who wasn’t Made In Dublin. But was formed there. In a way. In the 1980s and the 1990s. In the parts of Ballymun that passed themselves off as Glasnevin.
LONG TIME GONE by CROSBY, STILLS, NASH. Tribute by M.B. Donnelly
So, had I ever heard of CSN, he asked? (Wait, what!? Was that a news channel? A law firm?) No, I had not.
SWEET EUPHORIA by CHRIS CORNELL Letter by N.T. McQueen
Sitting in the pew of a small, Mexican church and hearing the tears of a broken family while Mother Mary looked down upon them. Same pain, different name.
WESTGATE by MARK SEYMOUR. Story by Chris Phillips
Grandpa never forgot what he saw. He told me years later that he thought the Mobil Refinery on Francis St must have exploded.
WHEN YOUR LOVE IS GONE by JIMMY BARNES. Poem by Michael Leach
Michael Leach recalls hearing a Jimmy Barnes song, 30 years apart.
LEARNING TO FLY by TOM PETTY AND THE HEARTBREAKERS. Story by Lauren Alex O’Hagan.
I started flipping through as many other news sites as I could possibly think of: BBC, CNN, New York Times, Yahoo, NBC, The Independent. As I read, it quickly became clear that the events were fuzzy and not clear cut at all.
MOTHER AND CHILD REUNION by PAUL SIMON. Story by Maria Haughey.
The burial went quickly. Quicker than planned. The weather turned just before the rosary. A localised storm – affectionately recorded for posterity as Hurricane Maureen – came rolling through.
NOW COMES THE NIGHT by ROB THOMAS. Story by Lucia Nardo.
Each day, another bit of independence falls away. His piano accordion, once his faithful daily companion, is silent. Dad can barely lift it.
NEVER TEAR US APART by INXS. Prose poem by Michael Leach.
I listened as Kirk opened up about his former bandmate and my namesake, Michael: a man who, much like me, was a shy kid yet, much unlike me, became a global rock star.