WHAT I AM by TEX, DON & CHARLIE. Story by Bernhard Sayer.
The song, like him, is drenched in space. The unhurried chords set the scene perfectly. Space.
WHEEL INSIDE THE WHEEL by MARY GAUTHIER. Story by Sue Beeton
We chatted with strangers who became friends, parading with the Indians and being part of some highly ritualised meetings with other gangs, where the Big Chiefs would decide who had the “prettiest suit” through dance and rhyming trash-talk – one would eventually step back and bow to the other.
When A Fire Starts To Burn by Disclosure
Shu-Ling Chua New York City, June 2014As we slip through the inky night, from ferry to bus to my windowless hotel room, I think, I could stop this at any time. I could have stopped this hours ago.
WHEN I’M SIXTY-FOUR by THE BEATLES. Story by Martin Hadfield.
Each time it was played a surging panic set in. How long did I have left before my bald, elderly, and poor parents required feeding? And how could they possibly go out until a quarter to three in the morning if they were in that condition? I’d be worried sick.
WHEN SHE DANCES by MAX GIESINGER. Story by Katja Brvar.
When she dances, she becomes someone else, someone who is completely lost in memories, putting on her headphones and shutting out the world with music.
WHEN THE MINSTREL PASSES by BRODERICK SMITH. Reflection by Luke Davies.
Years later I would come to see and hear what a talent Broderick Smith was, mixing various music styles into his sound, always with some nice blues influenced harmonica licks thrown in.