Dancing On The Jetty by INXS. Story by Brutus Mudake.
Brutas Mudcake Rye foreshore, summer of 1988/89 Seven years old, and I’d entered the orbit of popular culture and had an entrée to what was as the epitome of cool, teenager-dom.
Summer Rain by Johnny Rivers Story by Colin Ritchie
Lorne Foreshore outside The Wild Colonial, summer 1968/69 Irrewarra, summer 2015 Lying close together I’d held her hand under a towel so nobody would notice, and, incredibly I’d even stolen a kiss from her.
Still Life by The Horrors. Story by Sevana Ohandjanian.
Sevana Ohandjanian Berlin, Germany, December, 2012. Grabbing my phone from its position atop the toilet roll dispenser, I find the song. The only song that can turn the shaky breaths smooth, that sucks the trembling out of my fingertips.
One Perfect Day by The Little Heroes (A songwriter’s Stereo Story)
Roger Wells, songwriter Pigdon St, Carlton, April 1979 I woke my girlfriend Carol and played the song to her. "It's a hit," she said and went back to sleep.
One Perfect Day by The Little Heroes (A fan’s Stereo Story)
Vin Maskell St Andrews market, Victoria, May 2012 The bloke with about 30 milk crates of second-hand records was in no hurry. “Five dollars each,” he said. “Or, at this time of day, three for ten.”
Lights On The Hill by Slim Dusty. Story by Stephen Andrew
Stephen Andrew Central New South Wales, circa 1987 By the time the bus hit the Queensland border, I was a changed man, hearing things in a new way. It was a conversion of sorts, or perhaps, a mini musical epiphany. From that day on, country music made sense to me.
The Sidewinder by Lee Morgan
Nick Gadd London, 11p.m., December 1987 I didn’t have money for new records so I resorted to Peckham Public Library, whose music collection was free of the shoegazing guitar bands I preferred. I was forced to explore other genres .
Most Of The Time by Bob Dylan. Story by Vin M
I am sitting in a blue Laser sedan under a streetlight in a back-street in Brunswick. A Yorkshire rapper is in the passenger seat fiddling with a cassette and the car’s tape player.
Pinball Number Count on Sesame Street. Story by Emma Westwood
Emma Westwood Geelong, 1977 Melbourne, 2014 This kind of almost avant-garde compositional material – that would give the Herbie Hancocks and Frank Zappas of this world a run for their money – was actually created to appeal to children. Call me gob-smacked.
Baby I Love Your Way & Show Me The Way by Peter Frampton. Story by Brian Nankervis
All of us from somewhere else, chasing dreams, telling tall stories and playing games. All of us well and truly under the spell of Joan Pollock.