SIGN OF THE TIMES by HARRY STYLES. Confession by Martina Medica.
You resolve to simply never think about Harry Styles, or One Direction, ever again.
EVERYBODY LOVES A LOVER by DORIS DAY. Story by Smokie Dawson.
“Well, Mr Jukebox,” the elderly man said. “How about I offer you a request?”
THE TIME WARP from ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW. Story by Katherine Kovacic.
I heard a squeak from the seat beside me and looked across. Jen is pressed back in the burgundy velvet, eyes wide, a look of absolute horror on her face.
A mirth of stories
Of the 560 stories on this website we've got nearly 30 stories that we've listed under 'Humour', kicking off with this year's jazz poems from Bill Arnott and then delving deep into our back catalogue.
GEE BILLY. Spoken-word-jazz-poem by BILL ARNOTT
she would go about her way, tending to everyone while Billy and his bandmates they would jam and stray but always they’d come home to stay
THE STORY OF CLARENCE by BILL ARNOTT
You see Clarence wore an old “Lou” reed like a bamboo cravat and a fine felt suit of ebony the colour of half the keys on a honkytonk piano named Hank
THE BEST OF WITCHES WART. Mark O’Flynn
Unheard music is sweeter. A tongue-in-cheek look at the language of music reviews.
… AND THE BASSMAN PLAYS. Words by Bill Arnott. Music by Michael Averill
Flashback to the sixties, people living in the cities you got beatniks crossed with hippies sporting horizontal stripes and small goatees play a jazzy, minor chord, learn to smoke, renounce the lord
GOING TO CALIFORNIA. Poem by Bill Arnott
day one and two Zep II, day three and four Zep IV, four sticks/ the ciggie slim-jims keeping company with Bonham fills of tom-tom
GROOVE by Bill Arnott
headlights splay across a country roadway/ single lane both ways in groovy groovin’ grooves/ to the smooth, smooth sound of billie holiday