My friend Gina sends an email with the subject line ‘Resident Rogues’, inviting me to see a swing/country/gypsy music band from the US in a little bar called the Merri Creek Tavern. She tells me a story as we wait to see the band.
This cheesy American 1980s song, with an equally tacky film clip, provokes a memory bathed in anger, frustration and disappointment - my first experience of really distrusting a real estate agent.
Tina told me one of her favourite songs was a ballad from the album, Fool For You Anyway; for a while, I listened to that song repeatedly and thought of her.
You are captured – taken to shore and tumbled out onto the sand, seaweed in your hair, under the spell of Maggie Rogers.
There was almost no conversation happening in the taxi so when the familiar whistling in the introduction to Wind Of Change came on early morning Portugal radio there was room for listening and contemplation.
House concerts, anyone?
There are many ways to meet a song for the first time. I didn’t meet Angelina until I read a novel called The Best Of Adam Sharp, by Graeme Simsion.
Listen to Stephen Andrew as he recalls errant high-school days and a taciturn teacher.
It’s like seeing a tapestry in the dark – there’s beauty, but there’s also a great deal of uncertainty. And I didn’t know which thread I was supposed to embody.
In Hamlet, Polonius says to his son: Neither a borrower nor a lender be/For loan oft loses both itself and friend