DRINKING AT THE DAM by SMOG. Story and video by Troy Walsh.
Fishing, though, was what brought most of us lads to the dam in the first place. Going out with our fathers and uncles back in the days when fishing was more about catching and eating, catfish and even carp.
DRIVE ALL NIGHT by GLEN HANSARD Story by Vin Maskell
I’d drive all night with my brother if I could. It would be escapism of a sort but also a rare chance to spend time, a long time, together. We’d pack sandwiches and snacks and drinks. Chocolate. A football. Some of Peter’s surfboards.
Drive Faster by The Vicksburgs. Story by David Oke
David Oke California, April 1997 I’m a little embarrassed to say that my favorite driving song is from a fictitious band.
Drop Kick Me Jesus by Paul Craft/Bobby Bare
Vin Maskell Local footy ground, Williamstown, Australia Any Sunday morning, 2005 to 2015 We're blokes in our 40s and 50s, jogging around in circles, trying to be teenagers again.
Drops of Jupiter by Train
My grandparents' garage, Reservoir, 2001 Alessandra Bergamin As I pressed rewind and play once more, Nonno abandoned his re-reading of Il Globo to shuffle across the tiles and play a game. Taking my hand into his own short, stout and tanned fingers, he gently twisted each of my fingertips from side-to-side. Tick-tock-tick-tock, he said, his Italian accent adding an extra vowel to the end of each word. Ticka-tocka-ticka-tocka.
Drums ‘n’ guitar. Poem by Martin H Samuel
Playful music poetry from Martin H Samuel