Alan Attwood Sydney, February 1979 Melbourne, 1984 He was wearing a satin clown suit with big black pom-poms, and his schtick was well-rehearsed, but he was also engaging. I felt some sympathy for a singer who’d allowed himself to be pigeon-holed under ‘E’ for eccentrics. The room was strewn with sheet-music.
Lorraine Pink The Netherlands, 1974 Bowie had opened my eyes to the world of art and creativity and the possibility that I could be anything I wanted to be. I could reinvent myself. Suddenly the world was an exciting place.
Alan Attwood Las Vegas; March 1996 The song played in my head when I ran at night along a dead straight road in the darkness of the Nevada desert, which was as real as Las Vegas was fake.
Vin Maskell Bedroom, Williamstown, 11.30pm, 2007 To listen to Feelings Of Grief is to swim out beyond the buoys, where the water is too deep and the shore too distant.
Aimee Knight Mary St / Electric Avenue / Wuthering Heights, Adelaide, 2012 – 2014 A proverbial banshee was born this morn and for her, we re-dub this oft-cursed cottage ‘Wuthering Heights’.