The Grieving Stories
Music and mourning meet in our latest collection, The Grieving Stories. Twenty tributes to mothers, fathers, friends, siblings, teachers, colleagues.
Music and mourning meet in our latest collection, The Grieving Stories. Twenty tributes to mothers, fathers, friends, siblings, teachers, colleagues.
My brand-new iPod was my companion as I let New York take me in. And because I was writing my love letter to the city like my own personal movie, it needed a soundtrack.
The news spread quickly — the newest Beatles’ album was out, and they were going to play it full blast.
Rob Gador is a great musician, with a calm, kind, generous and caring presence.
My workmates were all well and truly on the Razor's Edge in one form or another. Ex druggies, pregnant at 15, split multiple marriages, wild Lebanese girls on the run from strict families in the southern states...
By mid-afternoon when the final edition went to bed, almost four complete newspapers had been created. Some days only the crossword survived all four.
Well before Took The Children Away by Archie Roach was the 1970 song Brown Skin Baby (They Took Me Away) by Bob Randall.
Il y a quelques routards irlandais qui vivent dans la même auberge que moi. Nous parlons. L'un d'eux mentionne que Joe Jackson joue à Rome ce soir-là. Il avait vu une affiche dans une laverie à proximité.
The keyboard sonatas of Domenico Scarlatti (1685–1757), and a poem I wrote about them, have a close connection to my favourite rental place, an historic mansion in Newtown, Geelong.
You see Clarence wore an old “Lou” reed like a bamboo cravat and a fine felt suit of ebony the colour of half the keys on a honkytonk piano named Hank