REVOLUTION. Story by Alison Kinghorn
Outside when the Grade 6 party was in full swing, the song that stands out in my memory was not the A side of the 45 vinyl, but the B side.
Outside when the Grade 6 party was in full swing, the song that stands out in my memory was not the A side of the 45 vinyl, but the B side.
Peter Maskell and Brian Nankervis . Photo by Peter Weaving, courtesy of Bendigo Writers Festival, May 2021. Yes, folks, we'll be performing at The Memo Music Hall in St Kilda on Sunday afternoon, 14 November. Joining our eight piece ensemble will be guest writers Brian Nankervis, Carmel Bird Danny Katz and Jenny Valentish. [...]
The celebrant spoke, but I didn’t hear a word. I fell into a trance, absorbing every once-in-a-lifetime second.
A piano is broken. Burnt, seemingly. A harp is stranded, unplayable. Chairs in a once lavish dining room are rotting.
He is the magpie, the bowerbird, the blue jay. Bob Dylan collects words. He rephrases his music again and again.
I was pleasantly surprised that the family recognised the importance of Countdown, setting up a tray in the loungeroom so I could totally absorb what everyone would be talking about in the next few days.
As the band was setting up, Johnny’s manager arrived and, handing out sheet music and a running list, said there would be no rehearsals or sound check.
We crossed the border this morning. Six hundred miles. Sorry. Six hundred stories. No-one there to check our licence, registration.
Three short, playful poems. Marriage, Elvis, Lennon and McCartney.
We play a lot of good music, drink far too much, eat fabulously. Most of all we keep stoking the fire to keep the old house warm and our friendship ablaze. A good red helps with that.