MESSAGE OF LOVE by THE PRETENDERS Story by Sophia Irvine
Message Of Love was my sister as she drove free, in a car that was ridiculously expensive and unmanageable to maintain but a promise to herself that she wasn't willing to give up.
We went through our usual repertoire, with The Rolling Stones’ Respectable rattling the rafters in Freshwater Creek.
Love stories? You’ll find them right here, in The Stereo Stories Anthology of Love Stories.
Eric’s music spilled out over the ridge, south into the valley, across the Jordan, embracing Biblical fields and crusade-era ruins, north along the road to Damascus.
We ended up in a pub. There was a country-rock band in a back room. They played with a certain honesty. Lap-steel guitar can do that.
Life on the river, people rarely understood me. Transistor radio, Rod and Imagine. In just a few short years I could be doing something I don’t believe in.
The songs met us in hope and in despair in 'the middle of the air'. There was a space of yearning there. That space is where the artists, songwriters and psalmists send us. That is the place we can be met.
Dive into our collection of summer stories. The local pool, the beach, the river, romance, summer jobs...Powderfinger, Skyhooks, Kate Bush, Joy Division...
Here he is on the telly. Careering about in a golf buggy. Dancing. Having a ball. I find the song on the interweb and YouTube tells me it’s had 593,254,616 views. So far. Incomprehensible.
I have a vivid memory from that time of watching this wonderful film near the end of its run in Mid-City’s main cinema, which seated close to a thousand people, with only a couple of others in attendance.