Dream A Little Dream Of Me by The Mamas and The Papas
When I sang, it was if he flipped the switch of his purring motor to a low level so he could listen to the words properly.
When I sang, it was if he flipped the switch of his purring motor to a low level so he could listen to the words properly.
To slightly reword Michael Nesmith, we were standing in the lovely light of the silver moon, looking over maps of memories for the road.We were part of Fire Stories, which was part of the 2015 Newstead Short Story Tattoo.
Stephen Andrew A bedroom, Melbourne. Late autumn, 1981I fell endlessly in love with a girl who had sultry brown eyes and a firecracker laugh. I’d try to impress her with my nascent knowledge of feminist philosophy while trying not to stare at her breasts.
Clare Boyd-Macrae Brunswick, Melbourne, April 2015Bach, more than any other composer I know, makes me feel that everything will come out right in the end. Other composers were tormented souls; Bach seems to be a benign and contented family man with his 20 children, his round face and avuncular wig.
Rijn Collins Jackson, Mississippi, August 2012With Hurricane Isaac approaching, our bed and breakfast evacuated and New Orleans airport closed, we had little choice but to jump on a train and head north.
It was a tiny rose the colour of musk sticks and fairy floss and just blown, on the climber that never flowered after that one winter when we cut it right back.
David Oke Sun Studio, Memphis. December 2013We had been given strict instruction to not touch any instruments. The piano lid was open. The piano stool awaited. Will I or won't I?
More than 60 people filled The Gallery at the Williamstown Library on Sunday afternoon April 19 for the latest compelling performance of Stereo Stories. The ensemble of 13 writers and musicians entertained the audience with nine Stereo Stories, including several debuts.
Sherryl Clark South Africa, 1977We were ushered into the station commander’s office. What was this about? Had we broken some kind of law? Were we in trouble for the nude beach visit?
Earl O'Neill Beverly Hills 2209, 1982I had a direct line into the rare chances that rock and roll might gift me. Radio Birdman to The Clovers, Kinks, MC5, to the best friends I’ve ever known.