HARD DRIVIN’ MAN by J.GEILS BAND. Story by Paul Dufficy
I was in my new outfit and if truth be told I looked a bit like Thurston Howell III from Gilligan’s Island. I think most of the girls there thought so too.
AT THE DEPOT by RORY GALLAGHER. Story by Paul Dufficy.
I write down everything I know: albums, early bands, band members, famous gigs, instruments played and anything else I could remember. You couldn’t record with a Walkman but I had kept my small cassette player/recorder and now made sure I had new batteries and a clean C90 cassette.
PUSH IT by GARBAGE. Story by Kate Foulds
“You know the guy with the biggest PR job in the country has otosclerosis?” I eye him. Bewildered.
UNCLE PAT by ASH. Poem by Michael Leach
This Labour Day,/I find myself walking/while listening/to Uncle Pat/by Ash.
BLISTER ON THE MOON by TASTE. Story by Paul Dufficy.
Although he was from Sydney he wasn’t from my part of town. He was wealthy, connected, lived in a suburb where people had tennis courts, and he wore fashionable corduroy, high-waisted flares.
AXIS: BOLD AS LOVE by JIMI HENDRIX. Story by Jim Roberts.
I went with my mum, Bonnie, to Chaddy (the shopping centre) to the record shop, trying to look cool with Amco jeans, granny shirt and hair as long as it would stretch and browsed ... seriously.
GLYCERINE QUEEN by SUZI QUATRO. Story by Virginia Muzik
I can’t stop gazing at the album cover. There’s Suzi in black and white, in the middle: tight jeans and leather jacket, hands on her hips, body facing sideways but her face turned front, eyes staring straight at the camera.
BORN ON THE BAYOU by CREEDENCE CLEARWATER REVIVAL. Story by Krystal Maynard
Romantic glances were exchanged, embarrassing dance moves produced, high notes aimed for but never hit.
TURN THE PAGE by BOB SEGER. Story by Jim Landwehr
Once we got to the arena, we wove our way through the silver-haired crowd towards the upper level seats in inside the Xcel Energy Center. Pat laughed and in a hushed voice said: “I just can’t get over all the old people here.”
I REFUSE by SIMPLE PLAN. Story by Tansy Bradshaw
At the time of writing this I am currently on day 132 of self-isolation, with no end in sight. It is the first day of the mandatory mask wearing in Melbourne, Victoria.