The late flight, the two-hour wait in customs, and 1am arrival still clung to us, but something else clung as well.
Arming myself with a tennis racquet, I tiptoed along the hallway and into the kitchen to confront the intruders.
Gary wore his hair long and lank, as was customary for young men at the time. He rode a motorbike and played guitar.
We dedicated our performances of Silver Moon in 2022 to musicians and writers who had died in the peak years of Covid, 2020 and 2021.
No sending a link on your phone back then. It took time and dedication to record a LP to a tape for one of your mates.
...he watched winter turn/his red wine black, fell asleep weeping...
In our house Christmas Day does not officially commence until the air is filled with the opening bars of the greatest Christmas song of all.
Craig Kirchner reflects on romance, elopement, honeymoon and when life goes awry.
I take off and pedal cross the road. The waa-waa synth-like drop begins, and the drums kick in as I, too, drop onto the Merri Creek path, a petite valley sectioning the northern suburbs of Melbourne.
Michael Leach joins the dots between Elvis, Memphis, Marc Cohn and Florence Welch. And teacups.