Tin Soldier by The Small Faces
Brutas Mudcake Hume Highway, Victoria, Easter 1989Is there a better place to listen to old music than outside in the dark with a fire going, beer in hand, a cassette tape blaring out of a car stereo?
I Will Always Love You by Whitney Houston
Emilia Muller Tulcea, Romania. 1995I would not stop singing until my sister would come, probably sent by my mother, to calm me down, whispering affectionate menaces.
GROWIN’ UP by BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN Story by Vin Maskell
Vin MaskellOutside Newport library, Victoria, Australia. Saturday 7 July, 2012. Midday.The busker had an audience of one, as I stood there off to the side, trying not to look too conspicuous.
Feelings Of Grief by Paul Kelly Story by Vin Maskell
Vin Maskell Bedroom, Williamstown, 11.30pm, 2007To listen to Feelings Of Grief is to swim out beyond the buoys, where the water is too deep and the shore too distant.
Feelings Of Grief by Paul Kelly (A songwriter’s Stereo Story)
Paul Kelly 2006I asked Richard if it would be better if I resigned and he got someone else, someone who could orchestrate properly.
Just One Thing by Randy Adams. Story by Eric Roe.
Eric Roe Rural Northwest Ohio, 1979The drive took a long time. If my mom and stepdad talked at all, their voices were low and their words few. We arrived at a house surrounded by farmland shrouded in darkness.
TAKE IT EASY by THE EAGLES. Story by Lucia Nardo
Lucia Nardo Rod Laver Arena, Melbourne, February 2015I guess the passage of time buffers down the sharp points on everything, not just voices, but love and loss.
Mull of Kintyre by Wings. Story by Jeff Dowsing
Jeff Dowsing Inverloch, Victoria 1978An abiding childhood memory is of sitting at the kitchen bench in a holiday house at Inverloch, munching Coco Pops as Mull of Kintyre played on the radio.
Goin’ Down by Joe Perry. Story by Dawn Corrigan
Dawn Corrigan Salt Lake City, Utah, October 22, 2003Kelly’s job was playing hostess to those Aerosmith fans who paid $600 for The Velvet Rope Experience. “You know how some people have always wanted to go to Paris? This is their Paris.”
Sooner Or Later One Of Must Know (and others) by Bob Dylan. Story by Brian Nankervis
Brian Nankervis Driving To North Balwyn, July 2002I'm staring at strangers, wondering if their dads are alive. How often do they see them? Do they find their dads wise, embarrassing, or supportive? Reverie and envy turn to alarm when I realise the horn from the white ute behind is directed at me.