TIME TO PRETEND by MGMT. Story by Jennifer Manoogian.
I listen to the lyrics, 'we’re fated to pretend', like a mantra. Is this what it means to be in your 20s?
SPICKS AND SPECKS by THE BEE GEES. Story by Tina Hocking.
The guest-house proprietors were an odd, mismatched couple, in their fifties, I’d guess – he, short, understated, a little creepy; she, a tall matronly type, usually sporting a well-practised smile.
LOVE IS A BIRD by GENE VINCENT. Story by Robert Lastdrager.
Arming myself with a tennis racquet, I tiptoed along the hallway and into the kitchen to confront the intruders.
STAND by REM. Story by Nicole Langtip.
It’d be almost another year of blasting it out on repeat though til the song actually got into my bones, got in there so deeply, that it took me by the hand and transported me into my new life.
SUMMER LOVE by SHERBET. Story by Tracy Peacock.
The band members are shimmering like an aurora on the stage. Daryl’s spunky in white satin. Garth’s hot on the keyboards. I love them both.
LANDSLIDE by THE (DIXIE) CHICKS. Story by Janet Brown.
That’s it. That’s the bit in the song. The gulp catches my breath. Staring out the windscreen and emotion spills from me and fogs the glass.
NIGHTS IN WHITE SATIN by THE MOODY BLUES. Story by Ann Banham.
Night times were sunburnt agony. We both lay on the edge of the bed far away from each other hissing 'Don’t touch me'. Not what you want on your honeymoon.
HE’S MY NEW LOVE by JACKIE WARD AND THE HONDELLS. Story by Niles Reddick
I heard someone yell over the waves crashing to call 9-1-1, and several beach goers came to help and scooped mud.
SURFING MAGAZINES by THE GO-BETWEENS. Story by Mark ‘Swish’ Schwerdt
Surely Robert Forster wasn’t a surfer, you initially think. He’s having a lend of us. But he isn’t. Or is he?
I AIN’T COMING HOME by SILVERTIDE. Story by Lauren O’Hagan.
He could barely speak English. I could barely speak Italian. But somehow, we communicated with one another, almost playing a silent game.