ANTHEM FOR THE YEAR 2000 by SILVERCHAIR. Poem by Michael Leach.
At the youthful age of 39 poet Michael Leach find teenage memories in a Newcastle museum.
At the youthful age of 39 poet Michael Leach find teenage memories in a Newcastle museum.
It was one of the few gigs I have ever played where all the bands on the bill supported each other with real verve during each of the performances.
Mike Brady's guitar strums ripple through the MCG and reverberate through the living room.
Dja Dja Wurrung Country, Monday 18 September 2023 A new week has dawned outside this all-but-empty house in the country that I’ve come to call home. As Monday morn becomes more of a memory, I stay seated at my desk with a sick cavoodle on my lap and a view of [...]
We have been looking at other people’s houses. Not like the characters – a cleaner and her child – in Paul Kelly’s 1992 song. No, not like that at all.
Ron S Peno, the compelling self-taught singer of Died Pretty, died on Friday night, 11 August, at his home in South Yarra, Melbourne.
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.
A new book charting thirty-plus years of Adelaide’s thriving music scene will be launched next month.
Years later I would come to see and hear what a talent Broderick Smith was, mixing various music styles into his sound, always with some nice blues influenced harmonica licks thrown in.
When my age reached a suffix of teen, I worked after school. Had disposable income. Or rather, had income, and disposed of it. Spent it on records, then cassettes and a Walkman.