THE REAL THING by RUSSELL MORRIS Story by David Oke
The images were blurry but I witnessed a momentous event in human history and I’ll never forget it.
SING ANOTHER SONG, BOYS by LEONARD COHEN Story by Alan Attwood
It’s a raucous, shambolic, ranting wreck of a song, which ends with a well-oiled Leonard chanting.
IT WAS A TIME WHEN SILLY BEES COULD SPEAK by JOHN DOWLAND Reflection by Ria Andriani
Beyond the petty squabbles of bygone nobles is a familiar thread of my own time. These words feel like the same complaint of the silent, angry and polarized masses.
SWEET DREAMS (ARE MADE OF THIS) by THE EURYTHMICS Confession by Andy Griffiths
Karaoke? Disco? I hate karaoke and disco about as much I hate, well, The Eurythmics. (Did I mention that I hate The Eurythmics?)
I DON’T BELIEVE YOU’VE MET MY BABY by DOLLY PARTON Story by Rick Kane
I was led into the song by Dolly's beautiful, beguiling, tender, fragile, wistful and melodious voice.
HITCH HIKIN’ by BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN Story by Louise Maskell
Dr G listens as Bruce purrs the first track of Western Stars, the album that came out just a few weeks ago. “This would be perfect for someone learning English!”
YOUTH GONE WILD by SKID ROW Memoir by Nikki Tranter
I felt uneasy, like the world I knew at 11 was broken, and 17 transformed kisses into wounds.
Sweet dreams in Williamstown
Sweet dreams are made of this: an appreciative audience of 450 people listening, crying, laughing, singing along.
CHASING VAN by ROB SNARSKI Fragments by Vin Maskell
I don’t buy the album after the gig at the merch desk because I’m still holding onto the memory of hearing Chasing Van, of savouring it, of treasuring it. I don’t want to make a commercial transaction. Yet.
SILENT PASSAGE by MARLON WILLIAMS Story by Jock Serong
Carpenter became a recluse: first painting houses, then studying to become a Buddhist monk. He drifted between cities during those lost years, buffeted by unknown storms.