The songs met us in hope and in despair in 'the middle of the air'. There was a space of yearning there. That space is where the artists, songwriters and psalmists send us. That is the place we can be met.
Dive into our collection of summer stories. The local pool, the beach, the river, romance, summer jobs...Powderfinger, Skyhooks, Kate Bush, Joy Division...
My mate Tommy had a licence and a car; the only one in our gang with a birthdate old enough to drive.
Summer Love is a glorious example of perfect power pop. This is what a breaking ocean wave sounds like when represented musically.
Mum would dutifully wrap the can in crepe paper to cover the rust and make it decorative.
Surfers don’t overthink names: Right Point, Left Point, Surfies Point and Express. But sometimes the old names held true: Woolamai, Kitty Miller Bay, Flynn’s Reef and Forrest Caves. We knew exactly where to head on what wind.
This cheesy American 1980s song, with an equally tacky film clip, provokes a memory bathed in anger, frustration and disappointment - my first experience of really distrusting a real estate agent.
The vines twisted around the pergola/in my grandmother’s backyard/were gnarled and old
When we tire of climbing and jumping, we let the current drift us back to our towels and trannies, still keeping an eye out for snakes swimming in the river; supposedly they can’t strike in water, but we don’t want to test the theory.
Night shifts summer’s leaves/Date palms rock in breeze/Crescent bay shimmers