Walking In The Rain by Grace Jones
Dmetri Kakmi Northcote, Australia, 1981.I remember dancing, or more accurately posing, to Walking In The Rain in my shiny Armani suit, black gloves and sunglasses.
Shelter From The Storm by Bob Dylan. Story by Casselise Rowe.
Casselise Rowe The family room, Boronia, a Sunday afternoon 2000What would happen when everyone realised what a fraud I was?
On The Radio by Regina Spektor. Story by Vin Maskell
Vin Maskell Pedestrian traffic lights, Williamstown, Melbourne. 8.30 each morningI see Regina Spektor every morning. On the bus.
Bare Foot Days by Smacka Fitzgibbon. Story by Colin Ritchie
Colin Ritchie Thomas St Noble Park circa 1955 / 1956At some stage I was taught how to operate the radiogram. From then on I was designated the DJ.
Rocktober special: Riding High by Freeway
Stephen Andrew Royal Exhibition Building, Melbourne, Rocktober, circa 1975Sometime after that Rocktober gig I upgraded my tennis racquet guitar for a battered old five string acoustic guitar from a jumble sale. I picked out a few tunes, added the missing sixth string.
Move It On Over by Hank Williams. Story by Chris
Chris The family home, mid-1970s.We used to have a radiogram until it got hit by lightning. We did not have a TV until 1978.
PROTECTION by MASSIVE ATTACK Story by Nick Gadd
Nick Gadd Lounge room, Yarraville. One a.m. February 1996Unlike the nurses in the maternity ward, who handle babies with the dexterity of waiters carrying plates in busy restaurants (two babies asleep on one arm, another on the shoulder for burping) new parents are tentative and full of doubts.
Skin by Boy
Cassandra Atkinson Melbourne, October 2012. The morning after a wedding themed house party.Then the lights go up, and you stand like a rabbit in headlights, momentarily lost. The sweat on your skin cools.
She Bop by Cyndi Lauper. Story by Fiona Price
Fiona Price Traffic lights, Glen Waverley, 1984No-one does scorn like a teenage girl. At fourteen, Swagata deployed hers regularly, with rolling eyes and tossing black plait.
Paint It Black by The Rolling Stones
Debbie Lee A nursing home in Koroit, April to July 2009Grandma’s strong farmer's hands disappear into paper-thin veins.