CENTRE STAGE Rob Gador
Rob Gador is a great musician, with a calm, kind, generous and caring presence.
By Vincent Maskell|2020-10-12T11:49:40+11:00October 12th, 2020|Centre Stage, Latest Stories|2 Comments
RAZOR’S EDGE by GOANNA. Story by Coriander Brown
My workmates were all well and truly on the Razor's Edge in one form or another. Ex druggies, pregnant at 15, split multiple marriages, wild Lebanese girls on the run from strict families in the southern states...
HANDLE WITH CARE by THE TRAVELING WILBURYS. Story by Hugh Jones
By mid-afternoon when the final edition went to bed, almost four complete newspapers had been created. Some days only the crossword survived all four.
HOMETOWN par JOE JACKSON. Histoire de Damian Balassone
Il y a quelques routards irlandais qui vivent dans la même auberge que moi. Nous parlons. L'un d'eux mentionne que Joe Jackson joue à Rome ce soir-là. Il avait vu une affiche dans une laverie à proximité.
WITHOUT THE BITTER THE SWEET ISN’T AS SWEET by MAYDAY PARADE. Story by Samantha Lee Curran
I had always imagined myself with tattoos. I saw myself covered in blackwork ink, beautiful artwork, and lyrics that meant something – but I was scared about getting one. With your first tattoo, you don't know what to expect. Is it painful? What if it gets infected? What if it turns out terribly?
HE ALOHA MELE by IVA KINIMAKA. Story by N.T. McQueen
The girls signed up for hula lessons, learning the sacred moves of the kanaka. Moves of a gentle, spiritual sway where the hands told the story, sweeping and waving to talk story with each movement signifying a deeper resonance with the past and the people.
TEARING THE POSTERS DOWN by DICK DIVER. Story by Vin M
The bedroom wall had hundreds of small articles about music, cut out from newspapers. Album reviews. Profiles. Gig reviews.
HOMETOWN by JOE JACKSON. Story by Damian Balassone
There was one song that stood out. Hometown: a beautiful melody with evocative lyrics, concluding with a delightful guitar lick by Vinnie Zummo.
OVER THE RAINBOW. Poem by Michael Leach
I peer into the rear-view mirror/ at my sister’s baby face/The tears brimming
STONES by SPRINGSTEEN. Story by Rick Kane
This is Dylan and Hank at their finest; Old Testament moral code made poetic by the phrase, stones in my mouth.