IN YOUR HOUSE by THE CURE. Story by Maria Majsa
November came and went and winter gaped ahead of me. The hostel was somewhere to sleep and a place to leave my things, but there was no comfort there.
November came and went and winter gaped ahead of me. The hostel was somewhere to sleep and a place to leave my things, but there was no comfort there.
Hearing the music in its original context, I could appreciate it anew and it made me think about how mutable songs were. How a stormy day might crank up the angst in a track, the way putting on a particular jumper could change the colour of your eyes.
Our classical music collection is in a small, curious corner of the Stereo Stories library.
I was still home reading Nina Simone.
As a teenager, I harboured completely delusional fantasies about becoming a classical musician. I mean. Completely. Delusional
In the middle of the noughties, the songwriter moved. The continent - Europe. He brought his sheet music, but abandoned his creative desires.
One of the romantic things Heaven and Driver did when they weren't Frenching in the driveway was make mixtapes for each other. I helped. One summer afternoon, Driver and I made a tape for Heaven.
Our first show for 2021 is on Saturday evening 8 May at The Capital Theatre, Bendigo, in central Victoria. Hope to see you there, folks.
The careers of many musicians featured in our OzMusic stories would have been shaped in one way or another by Michael Gudinski.
The nurse had downloaded the lyrics to Downtown, probably in exasperation at our feeble yet frequent attempts. Finally, we sang the song in its entirety.