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All photos by Peter Charlesworth. The river of song flowed into the river of story at our sixth appearance at Write Around the Murray, in Albury on Saturday 16 September. The guest writers, all new to the format of our show, embraced narrating their stories as the band weaved in the particular [...]
What a brilliant, uplifting and rewarding show.
I was in my new outfit and if truth be told I looked a bit like Thurston Howell III from Gilligan’s Island. I think most of the girls there thought so too.
So, had I ever heard of CSN, he asked? (Wait, what!? Was that a news channel? A law firm?) No, I had not.
Paul Mitchell concludes his story of the rise and fall of Geelong's greatest band from 1991, Tall Planet.
Nineteen-ninety-one was the greatest year in rock history. Anyone who says otherwise wasn’t 22 and forming a band.
Occasionally the tensions in the house would boil over. Our mother would pick a fight over the dinner. Our father would try his best to be diplomatic, interpreting for each of the women as to what they may have meant. We would slink away, hiding in favourite places until things had simmered down.
The lovely chauffeur called the number on the wedding voucher and had a long gesticulating phone conversation in rapid-fire Italian. He hung up, turned to us and said, ‘Documents, she no arrive.’
It was a bit of an eye and ear opener. Not that I haven’t heard some of those Springsteen songs before, but I wasn’t really listening at the time.
One song title stands out. One title has me impatient for the CD to get to Track 7.