MY GIRL by THE TEMPTATIONS. Story by Violet St Clair.
As I swayed to the rhythm and pulse of the song, I watched early morning Toronto on display like a Vermeer painting.
As I swayed to the rhythm and pulse of the song, I watched early morning Toronto on display like a Vermeer painting.
The music and lyrics to many of her recordings rolled across my mind like a red carpet welcoming my memories.
Stephanie Holt takes us back to New York, 1981.
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.
You resolve to simply never think about Harry Styles, or One Direction, ever again.
Billy McC. ate glass,/rolled out of moving cars and short trees,/wanted to be a stuntman,/had a plate in his head.
We start with magic tricks; whilst I make things disappear I am gauging their interests, their humour, their energy.
A 'heart of yarn' inspires a Valentine's Day love poem
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.
The boys dare each other to read out loud the titles of the X-rated movies showing down the road, some claiming to have been snuck in there by mysterious older mates.