MOVING UP IN CLASS by THE NIGHTHAWKS. Story by Luke Davies.
No sending a link on your phone back then. It took time and dedication to record a LP to a tape for one of your mates.
BLUE IN GREEN by MILES DAVIS. Poem by D.R. James.
...he watched winter turn/his red wine black, fell asleep weeping...
FAIRYTALE OF NEW YORK by THE POGUES AND KIRSTY MACOLL. Story by Smokie Dawson.
In our house Christmas Day does not officially commence until the air is filled with the opening bars of the greatest Christmas song of all.
YESTERDAY by THE BEATLES. Poem by Craig Kirchner.
Craig Kirchner reflects on romance, elopement, honeymoon and when life goes awry.
HEARTBEAT AND SAILS by AUGIE MARCH. Story by Stella Griffiths.
I take off and pedal cross the road. The waa-waa synth-like drop begins, and the drums kick in as I, too, drop onto the Merri Creek path, a petite valley sectioning the northern suburbs of Melbourne.
WALKING IN MEMPHIS/MORNING ELVIS. Poem by Michael Leach.
Michael Leach joins the dots between Elvis, Memphis, Marc Cohn and Florence Welch. And teacups.
IF I CAN DREAM by ELVIS PRESLEY. Story by Violet St Clair.
The Heartbreak Hotel was a real gem, with kitschy Elvis memorabilia, framed photographs of all sizes and a pink plush telephone so fluffy I expected it to purr.
SEARCHING by INXS.Story by Martina Medica.
I watch the funeral on my own, in bed, after recording it. I don’t want to watch it in real time with others around me, the people who don’t understand, who tell me I'm being silly.
CENTRE STAGE Laura Sheridan
"Her playing underpins the feeling of every song she plays on. How did we exist so many years without her beautiful cello playing?”
SCOTT STREET by PHOEBE BRIDGERS. Story by Jennifer Manoogian.
The blue star light went to my room, the Pokémon poster and books went to my sister, and the guitar went to a corner in the living room, where everyone fights the urge to strum it when they walk past. What are we if not pieces of our older sibling, broken off and handed to us as they grow?