SATURDAY NIGHT by COLD CHISEL. Poem by Mary Pomfret.
Saturday night hot and dark/lonely widow sits outside/on front verandah no lights on
SCOTT STREET by PHOEBE BRIDGERS. Story by Jennifer Manoogian.
The blue star light went to my room, the Pokémon poster and books went to my sister, and the guitar went to a corner in the living room, where everyone fights the urge to strum it when they walk past. What are we if not pieces of our older sibling, broken off and handed to us as they grow?
Sea of Joy by Blind Faith
Bruce Jenkins Bentleigh East, Melbourne, 1969How different from tinny snatches of tunes captured from passing transistors: like smells drifting from strangers’ kitchens. This time I would actually hear an album on a real stereo.
SEALED WITH A KISS by BOBBY VINTON Story by Stephen Andrew
Music was beginning to assert its life-long hold over me, but it still played a distant second fiddle to being a part of a team of twelve boys dressed in pads, batting gloves and protectors.
SEARCHING by INXS.Story by Martina Medica.
I watch the funeral on my own, in bed, after recording it. I don’t want to watch it in real time with others around me, the people who don’t understand, who tell me I'm being silly.
SECURITY by THE SAINTS. Story by Robert Lastdrager.
I realised the lounge room had become quiet, like a courtroom waiting for a verdict. As the questions continued the crowd in the room began to swell.