With A Bullet by Harry Nilsson
Hugh Jones Bonaventure Hotel Loa Angeles, July 1982“G’day Harry,” I began, “I’m from Tasmania …”
With A Little Help From My Friends by Joe Cocker
Billy Miller Recording studio, 1977The last song I sing at nearly every gig is Joe’s version of Help From My Friends. It nearly kills me, because I, and most of my peers, don’t achieve that beautiful raspy tone of Joe’s easily.
WITHOUT THE BITTER THE SWEET ISN’T AS SWEET by MAYDAY PARADE. Story by Samantha Lee Curran
I had always imagined myself with tattoos. I saw myself covered in blackwork ink, beautiful artwork, and lyrics that meant something – but I was scared about getting one. With your first tattoo, you don't know what to expect. Is it painful? What if it gets infected? What if it turns out terribly?
WONDERFUL TONIGHT by ERIC CLAPTON Story by Hugh Jones
Eric’s music spilled out over the ridge, south into the valley, across the Jordan, embracing Biblical fields and crusade-era ruins, north along the road to Damascus.
WORDS ARE NOT ENOUGH by JON ENGLISH Story by Kevin Densley
Deirdre quoted from a hit song of the period in a letter the four girls wrote to me, passed on by Joan on one of those afternoons walking home from school.
Words From Robin To Batman by The Kill Devil Hills. Story by Anson Cameron
Anson Cameron Basement Discs, Melbourne, 2012Rare times, a hole opens in a life and a song appears from nowhere to fill it, explain it, exploit it… a fluky medicine - the voice you needed to hear at the moment you needed to hear it. Sometimes you blunder onto a song that fits the need.