From the opening lines of this debut single you know that Oliver Northam knows how to tell a story.
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.
I wasn’t a fan of his music, but I went along to impress the new fella in my life.
The Mighty Reapers did a wonderful version with Continental Robert Susz on vocals and harp. It was very cool.
The best thing about Glenda’s enthusiasm, though, was that it triggered my interest in Slade.
Our latest Centre Stage column shines the light on New Zealand writer Maria Majsa.
Upstairs bedroom, posh Terrace House, South Yarra, November, 1983 We'd go down to the river And into the river we'd dive Oh down to the river we'd ride We used to walk back to his house from South Yarra Station with our vinyl school bags slung over our shoulders. When we got to the top [...]
Harvest Moon is almost poetic and otherworldly in its lyrics and melody. But it got me thinking about that guy who dumped me when I was 14.
I hung out at punk squats with pet rats and drum kits. The black lipstick wasn’t a success, but then, is it ever?
Phillip Island, 1975 We’ve got history, cars and I, beginning with a gun-metal grey EH panel van, affectionately known as The Turd. My brother decided it was time to “move it on” after he’d left the road and taken out 50 foot of farm fencing, before rediscovering the bitumen and heading right on home. The [...]