Rick Kane Preston West, Victoria November 2013I sat up in bed, scared by what I’d heard. I’m never quite prepared for a song that, by revealing the protagonist’s innermost demons, reveals my own.
Stephen Andrew A funeral parlourPlease play Oscar Peterson’s Hymn To Freedom when I’m done. For me. For you. Send it into the silence after all the talk has stopped.
Nick Gadd Wakefield, Yorkshire. February 1981You may ask yourself, Who is this skinny, nervous guy in a suit, twitching like a puppet, a crazed suburban salesman having a meltdown?
James Hands Bungalow, Melbourne, 1982I'd just been introduced by a Uni friend to Madeleine - long blond hair, sweet 16, pure hippy chic wafting Ishka fragrance - and it's total infatuation at first sight.
Vin Maskell The Continental, Prahran, July 1996I wrote letters to my sister about those five Tuesday nights. Hand-written letters, with air-mail stamps on them. Letters with the name of songs and guest musicians. Letters that travelled the world.
Mark ‘Swish’ Schwerdt Twin Street, Adelaide, 1978ishThe intersection of a new record store, Modern Love Songs, and a new music newspaper, Roadrunner, led me to discover The Modern Lovers. And their song Roadrunner.
Sam Lawry Kinglake, winter, 2008And then we were in Kinglake. It was beautiful. The roads followed the hills, through the trees. It was such an achingly typical Australian bush landscape.
Tony Kelly Rostrevor College, Adelaide, 1973At the school eisteddfod Phil Donato sang Ave Maria. I sang Blowin’ In The Wind. I thought my song was an inspired choice.
Rijn Collins Berlin, August 2013My head against a train window, I watch Berlin slide by and listen to Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds.
Rick Kane Ironing before work, Preston. January 2013In the quiet of an early summer morning, ironing one pant leg after another I listened while Johnny once again led me into the beauty within a seemingly ordinary moment yet nonetheless, a crossroads moment.