WATERFALL by HEATH KING/FLOW (and MEMPHIS by THE BADLOVES). Story by Martina Medica.
I blink - and the Badloves disappear. Instead, on the stage, I see a ghost. Not Elvis, no. But a King nonetheless. Heath King.
TONIGHT WILL BE FINE by LEONARD COHEN. Story by Luke Davies.
Listening to most music has been so much harder for me since the stroke and I had not been keen on revisiting older recordings and demos of ideas stashed away on various hard drives.
SPICKS AND SPECKS by THE BEE GEES. Story by Tina Hocking.
The guest-house proprietors were an odd, mismatched couple, in their fifties, I’d guess – he, short, understated, a little creepy; she, a tall matronly type, usually sporting a well-practised smile.
BAGS by CLAIRO. Story by Jennifer Manoogian.
My name sounds different when she says it, and often, I ignore her the first time so I can hear her call it again.
CENTRE STAGE Alan Davies
Alan Davies works steadfastly behind the scenes to help others shine. We are blessed to have him on the team.
THE TIMES THEY ARE A-CHANGING by BOB DYLAN. Poem by Craig Kirchner.
Ocean City, 1968. It was a story told often afterwards,/told to the kids as a classic...
ALL I WANNA DO by SHERYL CROW. Story by Marcelo Medone.
Moira smiles shyly, hypnotising me from across the table with her catlike green eyes.
ME AND BOBBY McGEE by JANIS JOPLIN. Story by Mary Pomfret.
Each night of our five -night derailment, when the hot sun went down, we’d go and sit on the still-warm tracks with a crazed old railway fettler who had befriended us.
CASTLE ON THE HILL by ED SHEERAN. Story by Kate Foulds.
Mum was a practical woman. She expressed her love through deeds. Tender words and demonstrative affection weren’t her strong suit. Particularly at home.
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.