OVER THE RAINBOW. Poem by Michael Leach
I peer into the rear-view mirror/ at my sister’s baby face/The tears brimming
I peer into the rear-view mirror/ at my sister’s baby face/The tears brimming
Get to know your neighbours, I thought, stepping back. ‘Grab a chair,’ I said before remembering I didn’t have any yet.
This is Dylan and Hank at their finest; Old Testament moral code made poetic by the phrase, stones in my mouth.
The lovely chauffeur called the number on the wedding voucher and had a long gesticulating phone conversation in rapid-fire Italian. He hung up, turned to us and said, ‘Documents, she no arrive.’
At this time of the year the Stereo Stories ensemble is usually deep in rehearsals for what has become a cherished annual concert since 2016: our appearance at Write Around The Murray in Albury each September. Alas, this year is different.
The sweaty band tear up the New Jersey night, Clarence in all white and a sleeveless vest. The song lights a fire within.
Unheard music is sweeter. A tongue-in-cheek look at the language of music reviews.
There are 40 Strereo Stories across the two stations. Enough for a double-CD, or a triple album.
It was a bit of an eye and ear opener. Not that I haven’t heard some of those Springsteen songs before, but I wasn’t really listening at the time.
Romantic glances were exchanged, embarrassing dance moves produced, high notes aimed for but never hit.