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.
EAGLE ROCK by DADDY COOL. Story by Tracy Peacock.
I’d never seen the Eagles play at the G and my pulse was racing.
SUMMER LOVE by SHERBET. Story by Tracy Peacock.
The band members are shimmering like an aurora on the stage. Daryl’s spunky in white satin. Garth’s hot on the keyboards. I love them both.
NOBODY KNOWS by DAN SULTAN. Story/poem by Nicole Langtip.
I’ll blame the sweet caress of the violins.
ONE WORD by BABY ANIMALS. Poem by Michael Leach.
Michael Leach recalls a Superjesus/Baby Animals gig.
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.
ROCK’N’ROLL SINGER by AC/DC. Story by Robert Lastdrager.
In a world of neon signs and endless advertising angles this was the most uplifting piece of graffiti I've read in a long time.
SATURDAY NIGHT by COLD CHISEL. Poem by Mary Pomfret.
Saturday night hot and dark/lonely widow sits outside/on front verandah no lights on