WHERE DREAMS GO TO DIE by JOHN GRANT Story by Vin M
Nearly all the bands are new to me. The Decembrists. Pond. Sons Of Bill. Natalie Prass. Africa Express. Most of the songs are kind to my ears. And then, the final track.
ENGLAND by THE NATIONAL. Limerick by Michael Leach
A Michael Leach limerick recalls a precious moment.
BOB THE KELPIE by DON SPENCER. Story by Kate Foulds.
The waitress began to fuss over our beautiful dog before telling us us her husband, Mark, played banjo on a song called Bob The Kelpie.
SOUTHBOUND by THIN LIZZY. Story by Lauren O’Hagan.
At that time, I didn’t own a record player of my own, so we stopped at my grandparents’ house to pick up my dad’s old one from the attic: a Ferguson 3057. We carted it home and my dad installed it in my bedroom.
ASHTRAY WASP by BURIAL. Poem by PJ Grollet
Ethan told me about/ the time he took Laura on vacation/to Miami after we first broke up
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.
LIDO SHUFFLE by BOZ SCAGGS. Story by David Barton
Which record could hold our story, and become the beating heart of our home, but never play its music again?
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.
WILDFLOWERS by TOM PETTY. Story by M.B. Donnelly
Love at first listen. My anthem. Just the call for sanctuary was enough to provide tranquility on some of those crazy mornings. I wasn’t alone.
BACK IN YOUR HEAD by TEGAN AND SARA. Poem by PJ GROLLET.
before I left, I walked up to the boy and told him his music was divine; I was proud to have him with me.