LONG TIME GONE by CROSBY, STILLS, NASH. Tribute by M.B. Donnelly
So, had I ever heard of CSN, he asked? (Wait, what!? Was that a news channel? A law firm?) No, I had not.
WILDFLOWERS by TOM PETTY. Story by M.B. Donnelly
Love at first listen. My anthem. Just the call for sanctuary was enough to provide tranquility on some of those crazy mornings. I wasn’t alone.
AMERICA by PAUL SIMON. Story by M.B Donnelly
Simon’s opener was “America”, first recorded with Art Garfunkel for Bookends in 1968. Now, a half century later, this song had seen Simon progress from youth to old age, from folk rock to wildly creative musical experimentation that spanned the globe.
MOTHER AND CHILD REUNION by PAUL SIMON. Story by Maria Haughey.
The burial went quickly. Quicker than planned. The weather turned just before the rosary. A localised storm – affectionately recorded for posterity as Hurricane Maureen – came rolling through.
EVERYTHING IS FREE by GILLIAN WELCH. Story by Paul B and Vin M
We write to each other. About writing, mostly. Its place in our lives. Its ups and downs. Its twists and turns.
SOME OF SHELLY’S BLUES by MICHAEL NESMITH. Story by Vin M
The former Monkee had played rather grander venues, but he seemed pretty comfortable up there on the graduation stage. I was just a few rows from the front. Stage right, near the guitarist, Al Perkins.
GRACELAND by PAUL SIMON. Story by Kate Foulds.
We met for school holiday screenings of La Bamba and Dirty Dancing at the same tech high gym where we painted thick black circles around our eyes and teased our hair until it looked like Jon Bon Jovi’s – ahead of our Rock Eisteddfod pilgrimage to The Royal Melbourne Showgrounds.
THAT SUMMER FEELING by JONATHAN RICHMAN. Story by Louise Maskell
After cassettes lost favour I bought Jonathan on CD. And Jonathan on vinyl. In Spanish, Italian, French and English.
BETWEEN THE BARS by ELLIOT SMITH. Letter by N.T. McQueen
Intention often gets forgotten when it comes to art and all that remains are interpretations. How others remember our insides in music or words or pictures is what survives time.
UNDER THE TABLE by FIONA APPLE. Poem by Michael Leach
A short poem about COVID, porridge and a Fiona Apple song.