LOVE LETTER by CLAIRY BROWNE & THE BANGIN’ RACKETTES Story by Justine Sless
We hit the road. I press play on the album Baby Caught The Bus by Clairy Browne and the Bangin' Rackettes. I lose count of how many times I replay Love Letter.
RAINY DAYS AND MONDAYS by THE CARPENTERS Story by N.T. McQueen
As mom and my older sister played The Carpenters on the car stereo I listened to MxPx, Face to Face, Suicide Machines, or Bouncing Souls on my discman.
A MOMENT’S GRACE by BOY & BEAR Story by Jesse Maskell
…the crash site, barrel-rolled down the hill at 100 Ks an hour, a miracle we both walked away over a year ago now, sorry for the van, I hate Grafton now…
CRAWLING KING SNAKE by ETTA JAMES Story by Rijn Collins
I think of my past snakes, all those blue eyes and banjos over the years, the late night knocks and needs that kept my heart shielded and my eyes always on the door.
DRIVE ALL NIGHT by GLEN HANSARD Story by Vin Maskell
I’d drive all night with my brother if I could. It would be escapism of a sort but also a rare chance to spend time, a long time, together. We’d pack sandwiches and snacks and drinks. Chocolate. A football. Some of Peter’s surfboards.
WOULDN’T IT BE NICE by THE BEACH BOYS Story by Lucia Nardo
We engaged Joie's Mazda 818's unofficial air conditioning—two windows down and eighty kilometres an hour—and raised our voices in chat and song over the wind streaming into the car.
Drive Faster by The Vicksburgs. Story by David Oke
David Oke California, April 1997 I’m a little embarrassed to say that my favorite driving song is from a fictitious band.
Cruel World by Lana Del Rey. Story by Jesse Maskell
Jesse Maskell Montana, June 2015 A race across the country skipping everything I want to see, farmland from a car window always hungry to go into them, down those roads, further in, fleetingly small towns not even, I'm strapped in with Chris a rideshare stranger on this wild ride...
TEAM by LORDE Story by Jesse Maskell
Jesse Maskell Kansas on the I-70, June 2015 Lorde curls sentimental melodies for forlorn city kids everywhere. I’m high on the sight-binge of famous boring Kansas.
Our Sunshine by Paul Kelly and Uncle Bill. Story by Darren ‘Smokie’ Dawson
Darren 'Smokie' Dawson On the road heading north, any January, 2000 – 2010 Whether it was a longer summer sojourn to Coolangatta, or a Sunday winter's day-trip to Daylesford, it was tacitly accepted, unspoken, that when the key went into the ignition, Our Sunshine was to blast out from the speakers.