ME AND BOBBY McGEE by JANIS JOPLIN. Story by Mary Pomfret.
Each night of our five -night derailment, when the hot sun went down, we’d go and sit on the still-warm tracks with a crazed old railway fettler who had befriended us.
CASTLE ON THE HILL by ED SHEERAN. Story by Kate Foulds.
Mum was a practical woman. She expressed her love through deeds. Tender words and demonstrative affection weren’t her strong suit. Particularly at home.
YEAR OF THE CAT by AL STEWART. Story by Paul Gleeson.
Mum was fiddling with the dial, but the glitchy radio was not getting her urgency—pure static.
STAND by REM. Story by Nicole Langtip.
It’d be almost another year of blasting it out on repeat though til the song actually got into my bones, got in there so deeply, that it took me by the hand and transported me into my new life.
JAMBALAYA by HANK WILLIAMS. Story by Baz Blakeney.
I remember one Bible belter with a velveteen voice telling us: “Jesus doesn’t need your money, but if I’m going to spread his word, I sure do”.
LAZARUS MAN by TERRY CALLIER. Story by Eric Roe.
But now I was almost nine years at the plant, and that novel was in a box in the closet, kept company by two others I’d gone on to write. The plant had become quicksand.
LONG MAY YOU RUN by NEIL YOUNG. Story by David Oke.
Cars may come and go but some you never forget.
VOLUNTEERS by JEFFERSON AIRPLANE. Pilgrimage by Jim Landwehr.
If you listened hard enough, you could almost hear the echoes of Grace Slick wailing her backup vocals in her white tasseled top and her funked out hair.
EVERLONG by FOO FIGHTERS. Story by Bill Arnott.
The wash of sea set a score, emanating from the base of high cliffs. I hoisted a pack and travel guitar, and made my way toward town.
THESE EYES by THE GUESS WHO. Story by Bill Arnott.
Although mine was a record and dad’s was a tape, there was no mistaking a shift in the axis that staked our two worlds.