BOATS & BIRDS by GREGORY AND THE HAWK Story by Lauryn Goates
The next thing I knew I was on the ground. A paramedic was talking to me. I didn’t know what they were saying.
The next thing I knew I was on the ground. A paramedic was talking to me. I didn’t know what they were saying.
When I was with you I felt like Paul Westerberg /Yearning, hopeful, bruised but romantic
My sole ambition in life is to find out what has happened to John Fogerty.
Split Enz were considerably more interesting in their earlier period.
The seeds of Stereo Stories can partly be traced to a story I pitched to The Big Issue in 2009, four years before I began this website.
I’m watching Dad working on the huge driftwood table he’s been making out of wood that he’s found and dragged home from the beach.
Photo by Eric Algra. Geelong Library 2016. Rijn Collins was part of our very first show, at the Williamstown Literary Festival in 2014. But she wasn't there. Laryngitis. A croaky, very croaky, voice rang to apologise. The band, and a fill-in narrator, performed her very dry, very funny travel story about Jackson by [...]
Despite my stage fright, a dodgy monitor and a handful of fluffed lines, my little trio are sharp enough and together enough to sound OK.
My father's smirk also comes from the fact it's one of the few Neil Young songs I've introduced to him.
Today I heard Vaughn Benjamin was dead. For a moment, I became one perfect bubble, rippling in the light air, bursting its tears on the windows of a loud train.