Dancing On The Jetty by INXS. Story by Brutus Mudake.
Brutas Mudcake Rye foreshore, summer of 1988/89 Seven years old, and I’d entered the orbit of popular culture and had an entrée to what was as the epitome of cool, teenager-dom.
Summer Rain by Johnny Rivers Story by Colin Ritchie
Lorne Foreshore outside The Wild Colonial, summer 1968/69 Irrewarra, summer 2015 Lying close together I’d held her hand under a towel so nobody would notice, and, incredibly I’d even stolen a kiss from her.
Senses Working Overtime by XTC. Story by Zoë Krukpa
Zoë Krukpa Cleaning my bedroom window, Canberra, 1982 My ear was burning in the sun, and my nose, which I had just recently pierced with the aid of a needle sterilized with a match and a handy bit of raw potato, was throbbing softly. The window rag smelled of this new stuff, eucalyptus oil, which I wanted to drown the world in I loved it so much, and my music box was precariously perched on a stool.
Those Lazy, Hazy, Crazy Days Of Summer by Nat King Cole Story by Colin Ritchie
Colin Ritchie Traffic lights somewhere in Melbourne, 2012 Colac, summer of 62/63 You could say the pocket transistor radio was the iPod of its day! Everybody had to have one and you felt so groovy walking down the street with it in your hand. Certainly a real status symbol to the youth of my day in my home town of Colac.
Passover by Joy Division. A Black Saturday story by Stephen Andrew.
Stephen Andrew St Andrews, Victoria, 2 April 2009 Inside the music I am offered something like the grace I am going to need if I am to rise again tomorrow and face the fire-blackened landscape of my town.