RAGGED WOOD by FLEET FOXES. Story by Bernhard Sayer
The songs invited me to sing again. And I realised through that two-week journey, that that was what had gone missing.
HANNAH HUNT by VAMPIRE WEEKEND. Story by Mickey Randall
Hannah Hunt opens in a seascape. A gentle, pretty song, it initially glides in that ethereal space between sleeping and waking. There’s a quietness, an almost meditative quality to the music that maybe mirrors our narrator’s quest for peace.
GOING TO CALIFORNIA. Poem by Bill Arnott
day one and two Zep II, day three and four Zep IV, four sticks/ the ciggie slim-jims keeping company with Bonham fills of tom-tom
GROOVE by Bill Arnott
headlights splay across a country roadway/ single lane both ways in groovy groovin’ grooves/ to the smooth, smooth sound of billie holiday
THE GAMBLER by KENNY ROGERS. Story by Angela Savage
Over the years, while my mother’s faith in Christianity declined, her belief in country music only increased.
DON’T LOOK BACK IN ANGER by OASIS. Story by N.T. McQueen.
When the plodding piano intro of Don’t Look Back In Anger came through the speakers Oasis’ extraordinary had transformed our ordinary and the truck no longer drove but soared on the melody.
Roadtrip stories
Who doesn't like a roadtrip? And who doesn't like a roadtrip story? Matt Quartermaine, Justine Sless, N.T.McQueen - and others - hit the highway and listen to R.E.M, Clairy Browne & The Banging Rackettes, Karen Carpenter, Boy & Bear, Lana Del Rey...
EVERYBODY HURTS by R.E.M. Story by Matt Quartermaine
Shirl did sort me out and I swapped my licence plates with a screwdriver I remembered to bring, because I was an organised adult now.
BREAK AWAY by THE BEACH BOYS Story by Rowan MacDonald
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.
PURPLE HAZE by JIMI HENDRIX Story by Chris Hammer
Slowly, I begin to understand. He thinks Australia is an army camp in South Vietnam. He thinks that’s where I’m from. And that’s when he starts screaming. And by screaming, I mean, screaming – in-fear-of-his-life screaming.