THEY WON’T GO WHEN I GO by GEORGE MICHAEL Story by Lucia Nardo
Lucia Nardo Melbourne, June 1992While it is true that in death we travel alone, wherever it is George Michael has gone, he's taken a part of me with him.
This Charming Man by The Smiths
Maria Majsa University of London Union, Malet Street, WC1, 1986He smiled, stared at his shoes and said Hello. He looked so pale and young. I said Hi in a voice I didn’t recognise.
THIS CHARMING MAN by THE SMITHS. Story by Baz Blakeney.
Like almost every other trainee genius at art school, I played in a band. Or bands. “It’s like some Northern England punks have rediscovered Motown,” I said. In hindsight, it was a poor description, but it sounded right at the time.
THIS IS by ASLAN. Story by Maria Haughey
Once Upon A Time there was a band. A band that was Made In Dublin. And there was a girl. Who wasn’t Made In Dublin. But was formed there. In a way. In the 1980s and the 1990s. In the parts of Ballymun that passed themselves off as Glasnevin.
This Must Be The Place (Naive Melody) by Talking Heads. Story by Chris Johnston
Chris Johnston Christchurch , New Zealand, 1983Last weekend, my older brother handed me a letter I had written to him in 1983 when I was 17. It was strange and lonely to read it; handwritten, large lettering, blue biro, a schoolboy.
THIS TOWN AIN’T BIG ENOUGH FOR BOTH OF US by SPARKS. Poem by Gray Lightfoot.
Who were they – this Sparks? No internet back then/No instant information. You remained agog before Google.