It was cold there at the border/I shouted your name, bitter/winds blew strong.
All photos by Peter Charlesworth. The river of song flowed into the river of story at our sixth appearance at Write Around the Murray, in Albury on Saturday 16 September. The guest writers, all new to the format of our show, embraced narrating their stories as the band weaved in the particular [...]
For us Slovenes, Ljubljana has always been a symbol of something better, already from the modernism period, from early 20th century.
It was one of the few gigs I have ever played where all the bands on the bill supported each other with real verve during each of the performances.
Our song then started to play over the speakers as Laura handed me a light blue notebook which she said was filled with her dreams and writings.
Night times were sunburnt agony. We both lay on the edge of the bed far away from each other hissing 'Don’t touch me'. Not what you want on your honeymoon.
Damian Balassone’s latest book is Chime. It collects the best song lyrics, ballads and narrative poems from two earlier volumes.
Mike Brady's guitar strums ripple through the MCG and reverberate through the living room.
Dja Dja Wurrung Country, Monday 18 September 2023 A new week has dawned outside this all-but-empty house in the country that I’ve come to call home. As Monday morn becomes more of a memory, I stay seated at my desk with a sick cavoodle on my lap and a view of [...]
We have been looking at other people’s houses. Not like the characters – a cleaner and her child – in Paul Kelly’s 1992 song. No, not like that at all.