WHEN THE SHIP COMES IN by BOB DYLAN Story by Vin M
All I could think of , as she stood just a metre or two away, unflustered by betting deadlines, was her voice, her laugh, her brown eyes, her cascading hair, her full figure. And the inexperience of my heart (plus anoher vital organ).
When We Was Fab by George Harrison. Story by Eric Roe.
Eric Roe Dayton, Ohio, 1988I’d been trained to find evil in the most innocuous-seeming detail. When it came to music, nothing non-Christian was ever innocent.
When You Come by Crowded House
Craig Johnston Pantages Theater, Los Angeles, 1987"It’s too loud,” she cried at a Little Feat concert. I knew immediately my marriage was destined for collapse.
When You Walk In The Room by Hunter. Stereo Story by Hugh Jones
Hugh Jones Launceston 1982, Three a.mSub-editors worked as a team and like other nocturnal wildlife we clung together for protection.
WHEN YOUR LOVE IS GONE by JIMMY BARNES. Poem by Michael Leach
Michael Leach recalls hearing a Jimmy Barnes song, 30 years apart.
WHERE DO YOU GO TO MY LOVELY? by PETER SARSTEDT. Story by Kate Foulds.
A guitar rests in a corner, beside the open fire. “Can you play?” A melody reverberates as the clock on the kitchen counter clicks over to 3am.