Blowin’ In the Wind by Bob Dylan. Story by Tony Kelly
Tony Kelly Rostrevor College, Adelaide, 1973 At the school eisteddfod Phil Donato sang Ave Maria. I sang Blowin’ In The Wind. I thought my song was an inspired choice.
The Mercy Seat by Nick Cave and The Bad Seeds. Story by Rijn Collins
Rijn Collins Berlin, August 2013 My head against a train window, I watch Berlin slide by and listen to Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds.
Here Comes That Rainbow Again by Johnny Cash
Rick Kane Ironing before work, Preston. January 2013 In the quiet of an early summer morning, ironing one pant leg after another I listened while Johnny once again led me into the beauty within a seemingly ordinary moment yet nonetheless, a crossroads moment.
Forever Young by Bob Dylan. Story by Vin Maskell
Vin Maskell The Bellbrae hill, 1974 Ten words was all my father said about Bob Dylan. Eleven if you count the contraction.
LIKE A ROLLING STONE BY BOB DYLAN Story by Colin Ritchie
Colin Ritchie Colac High School, April 1966 As always, Form 4B were ready and attentive for Mr Moore when he arrived for class. Mr Moore was our favourite teacher. A groovy with-it guy, up to date with all the latest trends
Shelter From The Storm by Bob Dylan. Story by Casselise Rowe.
Casselise Rowe The family room, Boronia, a Sunday afternoon 2000 What would happen when everyone realised what a fraud I was?
GOING TO A TOWN by RUFUS WAINWRIGHT Story by Zoë Krupka
Zoë Krupka Bell Street, Coburg, Melbourne, 2007 And then everything I’d ever wanted to say about September 11, 2001 had been said. Or crooned really.
Killing Me Softly by Roberta Flack. Story by Hugh Jones
Hugh Jones Wrest Point Casino, Hobart, 1982 “I’m sure I could arrange it,” I said to Don McLean, without any idea where to find a horse, let alone ride one.
Romeo’s Tune by Steve Forbert. Story by Cassandra Atherton
Cassandra Atherton Southern Kisses: A backyard in Slidell, Louisiana, 1982 It was the music he heard first. Something about smelling the moon in her perfume.
Song Sung Blue by Neil Diamond
Kerrie Soraghan Pool room, Deer Park, 31 October 1982 On Saturday mornings Dad always sang along loudly to Song Sung Blue on our tinny stereo: mortifying in the extreme to a teenage daughter full of her own pretensions