DANCING WITH MYSELF by BILLY IDOL. Poem by Stephanie Holt.
Stephanie Holt takes us back to New York, 1981.
Stephanie Holt takes us back to New York, 1981.
We sold our place needed the cash to eat./We were lucky on the street...
Suddenly you're in deep water or being pressured out to some cove by a rogue current.
Ocean City, 1968. It was a story told often afterwards,/told to the kids as a classic...
...he watched winter turn/his red wine black, fell asleep weeping...
Craig Kirchner reflects on romance, elopement, honeymoon and when life goes awry.
Michael Leach joins the dots between Elvis, Memphis, Marc Cohn and Florence Welch. And teacups.
Craig Kirchner takes us to the drug store corner of his teenage years in Baltimore.
D.R James riffs on jazz, bass solos, and too much audience chit-chat.
Billy McC. ate glass,/rolled out of moving cars and short trees,/wanted to be a stuntman,/had a plate in his head.