Like almost every other trainee genius at art school, I played in a band. Or bands. “It’s like some Northern England punks have rediscovered Motown,” I said. In hindsight, it was a poor description, but it sounded right at the time.
Maria Majsa 93 Edgewater Drive, Pakuranga, February 1982It was right after the funeral that things began to happen… the lights cut out and the music drained away like water leaving a sink.
Stephen Andrew St Andrews, Victoria, 2 April 2009Inside the music I am offered something like the grace I am going to need if I am to rise again tomorrow and face the fire-blackened landscape of my town.
Dips O’Donnell Teenage bedroom, Montmorency, early 1980s.The song powered on. It touched everything in the room. Even Clint shifted his stance.