WALKING ABOUT by VENOM P. STINGER. Story by Jane Leonard
Mid bite, it happens. There on my TV screen, just for a few seconds, doing an intense wiggily kind of jogging on the spot, is a girl with cropped spiky, reddy-bleached hair wearing an oversized suit jacket. I just about choke on my crumpet.
WALKING IN MEMPHIS by MARC COHN. Story by Bill Arnott.
As the sun set, a man took a seat at a truncated keyboard. A 60-key piano that barely fitted in the space, jammed between the door and a window. With minimal fanfare he played for the few of us there.
Walking in Memphis by Marc Cohn. Story by Lisa Jewell
Lisa Jewell St Kilda foreshore 1994; Memphis 2012I made the vow sound like a secret weapon. They didn’t ask what the vow was.
WALKING IN MEMPHIS/MORNING ELVIS. Poem by Michael Leach.
Michael Leach joins the dots between Elvis, Memphis, Marc Cohn and Florence Welch. And teacups.
Walking In The Rain by Grace Jones
Dmetri Kakmi Northcote, Australia, 1981.I remember dancing, or more accurately posing, to Walking In The Rain in my shiny Armani suit, black gloves and sunglasses.
WALTZ #2 by ELLIOTT SMITH. Poem by Anthony Camm.
A scratched disc in a glove box/ the records she took when she left.