VIDEO KILLED THE RADIO STAR by THE BUGGLES. Story by Smokie Dawson.
In our house we had our own personal pop music guru – our mum.
By Smokie|2026-05-07T09:55:35+10:00May 7th, 2026|Latest Stories, Motherhood stories, Pop|16 Comments
LET IT GO from FROZEN. Story by Caitlin Farrugia.
My son’s favourite Elsa costume is that sick as Eurovision-chic sparkling blue and white dress with the long snowflaked veil.
COMIN’ IN ON A WING AND A PRAYER by RY COODER. Story by Jim Roberts.
At ANZAC reunions and marches I’ve heard my late father referred to as a hero. I’m not much for the Aussie hero moniker, neither was Dad.
MARRAKESH EXPRESS BY CROSBY, STILLS AND NASH. Story by Janet Taylor.
Central to the Medina, the old city, is a big square where buses load and unload around the edge – The Place Djemaa El Fna. In the souks, gateways lead off into the mysteries of streets which even a $1 street map can do nothing to unravel.
SOMETHING GOT ME STARTED by SIMPLY RED. Story by Laura Sheridan.
He cocked his head as he concentrated, his brow furrowed deep in thought. He resolved, from that day on, we would only listen to music from my collection.
HEY MOON by JOHN MAUS. Story and photo by Marie-Sophie Giudicelli.
The elements were reaching for oneness. I felt the quality of a marine night.
YELLOW by COLDPLAY. Story by Kate Foulds.
You ask me to drive you to Bendigo, one last time.
HELPLESSLY HOPING by CROSBY, STILLS & NASH. Story by John McDonald.
Eventually everyone goes their own way of course.
I FORGOT TO BE PROFOUND TODAY by RUBY GILL. Story by RC Murphy.
The chords echo through the old church, and the buzzing of the wooden beams makes my brain reverberate in tandem.
DON’T STOP BELIEVIN’ by JOURNEY. Text by Rosie Shute.
I made pumpkin pasta for dinner. I burnt the hell out of it but the person I was falling for said it tasted better that way.