UP WILSON in IRELAND. Story by Robert Lastdrager.
The Fender Stratocaster guitar sat propped up vertical on a barstool at waist height, like a ventriloquist’s dummy, the strings facing the audience.
KILLER by PHOEBE BRIDGERS. Story by Molly Jones.
There’s nothing the policewoman can do. My witness is the cloudless sky, and I know he’ll lie about it.
WHAT A WONDERFUL WORLD by LOUIS ARMSTRONG. Story by Violet St Clair.
From Strauss to the Stones, I jammed my classroom with music, matching songs and symphonies to subjects, activities, and transitions.
The 2024 concert season
We will be performing four shows this year; three at writers’ festivals, and one under own umbrella, so to speak.
GRACE by JEFF BUCKLEY. Story by Chloe Ellen.
Dad stands at the bowser. I sit in the passenger seat. The thrum of petrol is like a bassline.
ITALIAN LULLABY by CONNIE FRANCIS. Story by Lucia Nardo.
The sweet, pure voice of Connie Francis singing Italian Lullaby hurtled me back to an encounter in a café that spoke to me tenderly of parenthood.
ONE WORD by BABY ANIMALS. Poem by Michael Leach.
Michael Leach recalls a Superjesus/Baby Animals gig.
LONG MAY YOU RUN by NEIL YOUNG. Story by David Oke.
Cars may come and go but some you never forget.
DESCENT INTO THE MAELSTROM by RADIO BIRDMAN. Story and video by Troy Walsh.
It was a time of riding on a barrel of a song and being saved by a fisherman called Friedrich Nietzsche and his novel Thus Spoke Zarathustra.
WALKING IN MEMPHIS by MARC COHN. Story by Bill Arnott.
As the sun set, a man took a seat at a truncated keyboard. A 60-key piano that barely fitted in the space, jammed between the door and a window. With minimal fanfare he played for the few of us there.