I hung out at punk squats with pet rats and drum kits. The black lipstick wasn’t a success, but then, is it ever?
Subiaco Oval, September 1969 The Astor Theatre, Mt Lawley, June 2019 It’s funny how things turn out. In 1969 my friend Les Holmes and I got on the overnight train from Kalgoorlie to Perth headed for the WAFL grand final between East Perth and West Perth. After years of grand final misery (losses to Perth [...]
Karaoke? Disco? I hate karaoke and disco about as much I hate, well, The Eurythmics. (Did I mention that I hate The Eurythmics?)
Stephen Andrew recalls the night of Bob Hawke's 1983 election triumph, via - of all things - a song called Too Shy by a band called - of of all things - Kajagoogoo.
The song still belts my heart like defibrillator paddles.
This cheesy American 1980s song, with an equally tacky film clip, provokes a memory bathed in anger, frustration and disappointment - my first experience of really distrusting a real estate agent.
You are captured – taken to shore and tumbled out onto the sand, seaweed in your hair, under the spell of Maggie Rogers.
Listen to Stephen Andrew as he recalls errant high-school days and a taciturn teacher.
The Beach Boys were there with us on each and every road trip. Each song had its own special moment to shine along the journey.
Music is a fast ride./With the first rolls/of that old drum intro/I was snared.