Dirty Old Town by The Pogues
Colin Ritchie Bluesfest Byron Bay 2012 It was stinking hot, humidity overwhelming with sweat dripping from our bodies. The lights were low and the expectation ever so high. Would Shane actually be there on stage or would The Pogues perform without him?
DISCO DEEWANE by NAZIA HASSAN. Story by Paul Dufficy.
As we made our way north through Rajasthan to Delhi the song was everywhere. There was no escape. Sometimes I would shudder to consciousness late at night, sweat drenched and hysterical, as Disco Deewane played endlessly in my head.
Disorder by Joy Division. Story by Maria Majsa
Maria Majsa 93 Edgewater Drive, Pakuranga, February 1982 It was right after the funeral that things began to happen… the lights cut out and the music drained away like water leaving a sink.
DO IT AGAIN by STEELY DAN. Story by Paul Gleeson.
It was just after 9 a.m., a week out from Christmas. My best friend and I were on our weekly record hunt.
DO YOU REALLY WANT TO HURT ME? By CULTURE CLUB Story by Rijn Collins
I hung out at punk squats with pet rats and drum kits. The black lipstick wasn’t a success, but then, is it ever?
Do You Really Want to Hurt Me? by Culture Club. Story by Rick Kane
Rick Kane Sunday in front of the telly, Cloverdale, Western Australia, late 1982 I could barely comprehend how two people could experience the same moment so radically differently.