MOTORCYCLE EMPTINESS by MANIC STREET PREACHERS. Story by Grace La Pace.
The six-minute masterpiece Motorcycle Emptiness truly was a rare opus in my incredibly mundane life.
DUMB by NIRVANA. Story by Shome Dasgupta.
Sadness is what I know best and it continues to seek me out relentlessly. Its loyalty never fails.
JACKIE by SINEAD O’CONNOR. Story by Rijn Collins.
But I remember watching Sinéad on stage. I remember trying to absorb some of her strength, to physically inhale it across the crowd. That’s how you construct identity, surely?
KILLER by PHOEBE BRIDGERS. Story by Molly Jones.
There’s nothing the policewoman can do. My witness is the cloudless sky, and I know he’ll lie about it.
DESCENT INTO THE MAELSTROM by RADIO BIRDMAN. Story and video by Troy Walsh.
It was a time of riding on a barrel of a song and being saved by a fisherman called Friedrich Nietzsche and his novel Thus Spoke Zarathustra.
LAST NIGHT I DREAMT SOMEBODY LOVED ME by THE SMITHS. Story by Samantha Straw.
I was somehow out of breath as if my heart had expanded in sorrow and joy, crushing my lungs.
LONELY MILE by RORY GALLAGHER. Story by Lauren O’Hagan.
I knew that the only way to achieve full closure on this difficult chapter of my life was to go to London and retrace Rory’s own steps by walking his Lonely Mile. It would be a strange form of pilgrimage for me.
JANELLE by COLD CHISEL. Story by Lynny Mast
I sent you a goodbye message in the chat you’d set up because, unlike the song, we never really did talk on the telephone.
SILENT ALL THESE YEARS by TORI AMOS. Story by Genevieve Thurtle.
Just months into the marriage, I’d suspected that I’d made a mistake, but whenever that recognition descended, I shook it off. I told myself that I had seized control of my life.
SWEET EUPHORIA by CHRIS CORNELL Letter by N.T. McQueen
Sitting in the pew of a small, Mexican church and hearing the tears of a broken family while Mother Mary looked down upon them. Same pain, different name.