...K grabs the axe and she laughs as she splits wood and she laughs as she makes a fire and her blue eyes sparkle with it all and she stands with hands on hips to admire the flames. I’m alongside her with a heartbeat to power a small village. “Sit down, why don’t you? How about some Paul Kelly?”
The songs met us in hope and in despair in 'the middle of the air'. There was a space of yearning there. That space is where the artists, songwriters and psalmists send us. That is the place we can be met.
Given the strength of his own story-telling, it’s not surprising that Paul Kelly’s songs have inspired several Stereo Stories.
Paul Kelly was always played in summer, the sunny endless holidays, the excitement of Christmas Day growing ever closer, ticking those days off one by one. It was only through my parents’ divorce and the breaking up of our family into smaller divided units that I realized the true nature of the song's story.
David Wilson, of our partner site The Footy Almanac, writes of shifting youthful dreams: beach, cricket, a girl. And a dose of Paul Kelly.
The difference in our tastes in music would be the rock our relationship perished on.
Darren 'Smokie' Dawson On the road heading north, any January, 2000 – 2010 Whether it was a longer summer sojourn to Coolangatta, or a Sunday winter's day-trip to Daylesford, it was tacitly accepted, unspoken, that when the key went into the ignition, Our Sunshine was to blast out from the speakers.
Vin Maskell Bedroom, Williamstown, 11.30pm, 2007 To listen to Feelings Of Grief is to swim out beyond the buoys, where the water is too deep and the shore too distant.
Paul Kelly 2006 I asked Richard if it would be better if I resigned and he got someone else, someone who could orchestrate properly.
Kath Presdee The Hume Highway, NSW, various Sunday nights, 1997 - 1998 My tape version will always stick in my memory. It was incomplete, with Paul Kelly rudely cut off mid-phrase. No swelling final lines, no plaintive recollections. Just a whirr.