Solid Rock by Goanna. Story by Vin M
Vin Maskell Eureka Hotel, Geelong. Late 1981Can a fan be a journalist? Can a journalist be a fan? I found out I was just a groupie, with a notepad and a pen.
Solo by Charles Mingus. Poem by D.R. James.
D.R James riffs on jazz, bass solos, and too much audience chit-chat.
Soma Mou (My Body Of Clay) by Notis Sfakianakis. Story by Phil Dimitriadis.
Phil Dimitriadis Patras, Greece September 1996I’m what some call a binge drinking alcoholic. I can go weeks, months and after hearing this song, seven years without having a drink.
SOME OF SHELLY’S BLUES by MICHAEL NESMITH. Story by Vin M
The former Monkee had played rather grander venues, but he seemed pretty comfortable up there on the graduation stage. I was just a few rows from the front. Stage right, near the guitarist, Al Perkins.
SOMETHING CHANGED by PULP. Text by Thuy On
With the murmurings of chatter from other tables around us, our own conversation flowed smoothly, a stream without pebbles to impede the course.
SOMETHING GOOD by BIC RUNGA Story by Damian Balassone
I'm eating a cheap and nasty pizza – a fitting feed for a failed novelist. I’m watching The Panel. About three slices in they introduce a New Zealander called Bic Runga. I’m enraptured.