CONFIDE IN ME by KYLIE. Poem by Nathan Curnow.
You’re on the staircase, Kylie, summoning a confessional poem...
DENIS by BLONDIE. Story by Robert Lastdrager.
I sat before the drum kit and just marveled, before playing along to my Blondie 7-inch single Denis as loud as my record player could go.
WATERFALL by HEATH KING/FLOW (and MEMPHIS by THE BADLOVES). Story by Martina Medica.
I blink - and the Badloves disappear. Instead, on the stage, I see a ghost. Not Elvis, no. But a King nonetheless. Heath King.
SPICKS AND SPECKS by THE BEE GEES. Story by Tina Hocking.
The guest-house proprietors were an odd, mismatched couple, in their fifties, I’d guess – he, short, understated, a little creepy; she, a tall matronly type, usually sporting a well-practised smile.
IT’S A LONG WAY TO THE TOP by AC/DC. Story by Paul Dufficy.
Baldy wished Steve a happy birthday and opened the door of Steve's birthday present, the Chrysler Valiant Baldy had just stolen.
HEARTBEAT AND SAILS by AUGIE MARCH. Story by Stella Griffiths.
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.
SEARCHING by INXS.Story by Martina Medica.
I watch the funeral on my own, in bed, after recording it. I don’t want to watch it in real time with others around me, the people who don’t understand, who tell me I'm being silly.
I’LL BE GONE by SPECTRUM. Story by Matt Zurbo.
Here's a fine piece by Matt Zurbo that covers a lot of ground: work, ambition, festival sabotage, a funeral...
SECURITY by THE SAINTS. Story by Robert Lastdrager.
I realised the lounge room had become quiet, like a courtroom waiting for a verdict. As the questions continued the crowd in the room began to swell.
WHAT I AM by TEX, DON & CHARLIE. Story by Bernhard Sayer.
The song, like him, is drenched in space. The unhurried chords set the scene perfectly. Space.