DREAMS by FLEETWOOD MAC Film by Jesse Maskell
Clawing for the echoes of what was; an ode to imperfect romance...a short film by Jesse Maskell
A MOMENT’S GRACE by BOY & BEAR Story by Jesse Maskell
…the crash site, barrel-rolled down the hill at 100 Ks an hour, a miracle we both walked away over a year ago now, sorry for the van, I hate Grafton now…
DON’T THINK TWICE IT’S ALRIGHT performed by THE INDIGO GIRLS Story by Molly Galea
Over fifteen years, brick by determined brick, we built a life out of thin air and intentions. When I first met you, my mother could not tell her friends her eldest daughter was a lesbian. Talking to her friends, she would shorten my girlfriends’ names to androgynous mysteries. Jo. Nic. Lou.
1952 VINCENT BLACK LIGHTNING by RICHARD THOMPSON Story by John Butler
I’m standing at the end of a long queue talking to a complete stranger. We both agree we never do this sort of thing. Myself, I’ve generally abided that warning about meeting your heroes.
CARESS YOUR SOUL by STICKY FINGERS Story by Sean Mortell
If this music was represented in colour, the canopies of the African jungle would be peeled back, revealing the beauty of the sweaty noise.
ROOMS ON FIRE by STEVIE NICKS Story by Jay Daniel Thompson
You mention Stevie. ‘Did you know,’ you begin, ‘that Stevie was addicted to Klonopin?’ How random this statement is. How randomly cool. How swiftly the ice melts.
HELLHOUND ON MY TRAIL by ROBERT JOHNSON Story by John Butler
In this age where there’s supposedly no such thing as bad publicity, where every mundane detail of life can serve as grist to the celebrity mill, the rarest commodity of all is a genuine sense of mystery. Because he was dead long before he was famous, Robert Johnson will never lose his mystery.
WICKED GAME by CHRIS ISAAK Story by Asha Douglas
We’re on a bare mattress on the floor. The living room is strewn with sleeping bodies, toppled bottles, and sauce-smeared paper plates. I can’t look at him. I can hardly move or breathe. I’m still, concentrating on the TV.
WEATHER WITH YOU by CROWDED HOUSE Story by Smokie Dawson
The immediacy of streaming could never quite replace the satisfaction of buying, owning, and holding music in my hands. And the streaming service’s omnipresent “Daily Mix” – chosen especially for me! – was not so much spookily playful as downright nefarious, with the accompanying emails bordering on harassment.
THE COMEDOWN by OCEAN ALLEY Story by Sean Mortell
This is pure Zen, a meditative state that is what the sunny season is all about, and what fuels people through hardships and difficulties. This is the art of healing and revelling.