WEREWOLVES OF LONDON by WARREN ZEVON. Story by Vin Maskell.
I’m hoping there are no latecomers, no stragglers, because I want to hear as much of this song as I can. The chorus, though, catches me off-guard.
I’m hoping there are no latecomers, no stragglers, because I want to hear as much of this song as I can. The chorus, though, catches me off-guard.
Chris Phillips had a secret motive when she wrote her Stereo Story based on Van Morrison’s Into The Mystic.
While I can't remember being read The Very Hungry Caterpillar when I was a child, I do remember Sympathy For The Devil blaring in the car while I was still in a booster seat.
My mate Tommy had a licence and a car; the only one in our gang with a birthdate old enough to drive.
At 15, I could throw off the school uniform and fire up the mixtape and be transported to somewhere un-suburban and fun. Until, of course, it was time for dinner. Or Home and Away was about to begin.
I realised the work that had gone into placing the songs in this order, and that listening on an electronic device with shuffle on, does not allow the connection between the songs.
It's four years since we dug up all our vinyl and went on a Bowie marathon, from Low to Diamond Dogs and stopping by his most recent work, Blackstar.
The euphoria of midnight at a festival is unique in its camaraderie.
Summer Love is a glorious example of perfect power pop. This is what a breaking ocean wave sounds like when represented musically.
Tender singing, evocative slide guitar, comedic timing, full-band high-energy: this month's edition of Centre Stage shines the spotlight on the unassuming Peter Maskell.