DON’T STOP BELIEVIN’ by JOURNEY. Text by Rosie Shute.
I made pumpkin pasta for dinner. I burnt the hell out of it but the person I was falling for said it tasted better that way.
I made pumpkin pasta for dinner. I burnt the hell out of it but the person I was falling for said it tasted better that way.
A Stereo Story about a stereo. A love story too.
A guitar rests in a corner, beside the open fire. “Can you play?” A melody reverberates as the clock on the kitchen counter clicks over to 3am.
At some point the peg began to sing, and the song it sang was (Once I Had A) Secret Love.
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.
My name sounds different when she says it, and often, I ignore her the first time so I can hear her call it again.
Moira smiles shyly, hypnotising me from across the table with her catlike green eyes.
It was strange: I listened to it, and the unspoken words hanging between us were suddenly said – not by him, or me, but by this angelic voice from afar. It was an admission, an apology. No, it was a plea. No, maybe it was just a song.
Craig Kirchner reflects on romance, elopement, honeymoon and when life goes awry.
The first band were doing their first ever gig. But all three were very experienced musicians and two of them were people I had known for years.