The cotton fields lie fallow. Awash. I watch the swirls and eddies and the floating debris.
Brian Nankervis 8.55am. Driving to school, Elsternwick. July 2003.After the first verse Rosie remembers my story about being tied to a goal post at State School and asks me to tell it again.
Lucia Nardo A recording studio in Altona North. March 2007I spend the session at the mixing desk, watching Dad in the recording booth, reflecting on the importance of his music to our family’s identity. It’s been the soundtrack to my entire life.
Rick Kane Sunday in front of the telly, Cloverdale, Western Australia, late 1982I could barely comprehend how two people could experience the same moment so radically differently.
Stephen Andrew The Palace, St Kilda, 2003I reckon that I, one of tens of thousands who would have seen that Wilco tour poster, was the only one who shed tears upon viewing it.
Zoë Krupka Bell Street, Coburg, Melbourne, 2007And then everything I’d ever wanted to say about September 11, 2001 had been said. Or crooned really.
Mickey Randall Sydney Airport, January 5, 2006I fiddle with my Walkman radio, singularly ravenous for Australian sounds.
Luke R Davies Cambridge Park, western suburbs of Sydney. Early 1980s.It blew me away and blew me straight into the local music shop to get one of those blues harps.
Lisa Jewell St Kilda foreshore 1994; Memphis 2012I made the vow sound like a secret weapon. They didn’t ask what the vow was.
Holly Ringland Runaway Bay, Australia 1994; Surfers Paradise, Australia 1999; Vancouver Island 2003; Central Desert of Australia 2007I always think I’m imagining it, but the beam of his torch is steady and true as it bounces over the shrubs, making phosphorescence of the spinifex.