CRAWLING KING SNAKE by ETTA JAMES Story by Rijn Collins
I think of my past snakes, all those blue eyes and banjos over the years, the late night knocks and needs that kept my heart shielded and my eyes always on the door.
Crazy by Gnarls Barkley
Casselise Rowe Between Coober Pedy and William Creek, outback Australia, June 2007 Two stray horses trotted up to the car, out of nowhere, curiously looking in on us as if also wanting to hear the music.
CRAZY HORSES by THE OSMONDS Story by Andy Griffiths
OMG! WTF? OTT! There are not enough three-letter abbreviations in the English language to describe just how deranged this song is. Once heard, never forgotten.
CRETIN HOP by THE RAMONES. Story by Jim Landwehr.
My brother Paul was into the Minneapolis/St. Paul punk scene at the time, complete with ripped jeans, jack boots and spiked hair. He loaned me his album Rocket To Russia.
CRIME IN THE CITY by NEIL YOUNG Story by Markus Zusak
All around me was this rubble, the toaster was over the road – my book was blown to bits – but somehow the oven and my headphones were still intact, and Neil Young (ever the unfuckingkillable – the rock n roll cockroach if ever there was one), was STILL singing…and I still hadn’t got to the best bit
Cruel World by Lana Del Rey. Story by Jesse Maskell
Jesse Maskell Montana, June 2015 A race across the country skipping everything I want to see, farmland from a car window always hungry to go into them, down those roads, further in, fleetingly small towns not even, I'm strapped in with Chris a rideshare stranger on this wild ride...