PROTECTION by MASSIVE ATTACK Story by Nick Gadd
Nick Gadd Lounge room, Yarraville. One a.m. February 1996Unlike the nurses in the maternity ward, who handle babies with the dexterity of waiters carrying plates in busy restaurants (two babies asleep on one arm, another on the shoulder for burping) new parents are tentative and full of doubts.
PURPLE HAZE by JIMI HENDRIX Story by Chris Hammer
Slowly, I begin to understand. He thinks Australia is an army camp in South Vietnam. He thinks that’s where I’m from. And that’s when he starts screaming. And by screaming, I mean, screaming – in-fear-of-his-life screaming.
PURPLE SNEAKERS by YOU AM I Story by Martina Medica
I wasn’t a fan of his music, but I went along to impress the new fella in my life.
PUSH IT by GARBAGE. Story by Kate Foulds
“You know the guy with the biggest PR job in the country has otosclerosis?” I eye him. Bewildered.
Pyrotechnician. Poem by Martin H Samuel
In 1970, I was the drummer and pyrotechnician in the south London 5-piece band Heatwave. (You could say I put the 'heat' into 'Heatwave'!)
Queenscliff in 77 seconds
Tickets are selling fast for our show on Saturday evening 27 May at the Queenscliff Town Hall. We’ll be there as part of the Queenscliffe Literary Festival.