Private Education by Josh Pyke. Story by Brutus Mudcake
Brutas Mudcake Fairfield train station, 2007 Walking home from Fairfield station not long after Penny called it quits, Josh Pyke’s Private Education came on my iPod.
The Pretender by Jackson Browne. Story by Vin M
Vin Maskell Gertrude St, Geelong West, Victoria. 1976 Sometimes Bill’s quiet voice would quicken with enthusiasm as he suggested we listen to a particular song. And we’d sit there and not interrupt the song. I wouldn’t even reach for another shortbread, there on the spotless glass coffee table.
Most Of The Time by Bob Dylan. Story by Vin M
I am sitting in a blue Laser sedan under a streetlight in a back-street in Brunswick. A Yorkshire rapper is in the passenger seat fiddling with a cassette and the car’s tape player.
Winter Coat by Paul Kelly Story by Kath Presdee
Kath Presdee The Hume Highway, NSW, various Sunday nights, 1997 - 1998 My tape version will always stick in my memory. It was incomplete, with Paul Kelly rudely cut off mid-phrase. No swelling final lines, no plaintive recollections. Just a whirr.
To Her Door by Paul Kelly Story by John Harms
John Harms Murtoa, winter, 2014 A huge cold front is whipping through and the sideways rain is hitting the windows and the roof. It’s the night they’ve turned the new ground lights on.
Dumb Things by Paul Kelly Story by Tony Kelly
Tony Kelly Meredith Music Festival, December 2008 Snug in my carousel I rose above the din and lights and looked out over the gloaming. I swung back down towards the crowd and the squalor and then back up again. It was hypnotic.
THE GHOST OF TOM JOAD by BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN Poem by Phil Dimitriadis
Phil Dimitriadis Watching YouTube in East Preston, March 2014 Tom is but a spirit in the night/remembering the love of a Jersey girl.
The Sing by Bill Callahan
Rick Kane Preston West, Victoria November 2013 I sat up in bed, scared by what I’d heard. I’m never quite prepared for a song that, by revealing the protagonist’s innermost demons, reveals my own.
GUINNEVERE by CROSBY AND NASH. Story by James Hands
James Hands Bungalow, Melbourne, 1982 I'd just been introduced by a Uni friend to Madeleine - long blond hair, sweet 16, pure hippy chic wafting Ishka fragrance - and it's total infatuation at first sight.
Ocean Of You by The Blackeyed Susans
Vin Maskell The Continental, Prahran, July 1996 I wrote letters to my sister about those five Tuesday nights. Hand-written letters, with air-mail stamps on them. Letters with the name of songs and guest musicians. Letters that travelled the world.