His closest friends at the time were those people who excel at throwing those parties that spill out of an artist's canvas of a house and should only exist as an amphetamine slideshow held together by ragged descriptions in Brett Easton Ellis novels.
It would be overstating it to say that we came to Melbourne because of Vince Jones. But it didn’t hurt that you can find performers of his calibre there.
Songs have been there for me when people haven’t. In the breadth of its short verses, it contains moments that capture everything I have loved about love and have been lucky enough to experience.
The lovely chauffeur called the number on the wedding voucher and had a long gesticulating phone conversation in rapid-fire Italian. He hung up, turned to us and said, ‘Documents, she no arrive.’
Romantic glances were exchanged, embarrassing dance moves produced, high notes aimed for but never hit.
And though not the worst/ part of our on-again off-again ways,/ the latest loss of you stings me anew
During our correspondence in 1988, the Church’s Starfish LP came out. We both fell in love with it immediately, especially the song, Under The Milky Way.
One song title stands out. One title has me impatient for the CD to get to Track 7.
Love stories? You’ll find them right here, in The Stereo Stories Anthology of Love Stories.
Eric’s music spilled out over the ridge, south into the valley, across the Jordan, embracing Biblical fields and crusade-era ruins, north along the road to Damascus.