GHOST SHIPS by THE SAINTS. Stereo Story by Virginia Muzik
When I’d be driving, and one of ‘our songs’ came on schmaltzy radio station 2CH, I’d crank it up, sing along and think of you. I’d flash back to moments in our childhood – just the good times – imagining you in the passenger seat, singing too.
Giant Steps by John Coltrane
David Oke Geelong 1982In my university music major I had my eyes opened to the art form of Jazz music. John Coltrane’s Giant Steps, title track of his 1959 album, always made me pull my head in. It was a reality check. It was wild.
GIMME SHELTER by THE ROLLING STONES. Poem by Mary Pomfret.
It was cold there at the border/I shouted your name, bitter/winds blew strong.
GIMME SHELTER featuring MERRY CLAYTON Story by Rijn Collins
I’ve been so immersed in music before that I’ve forgotten where the knife ends and my body begins. Sometimes I wear scars of songs that move me; a nick on my finger, a burn on my wrist.
GLYCERINE QUEEN by SUZI QUATRO. Story by Virginia Muzik
I can’t stop gazing at the album cover. There’s Suzi in black and white, in the middle: tight jeans and leather jacket, hands on her hips, body facing sideways but her face turned front, eyes staring straight at the camera.
GOD SAVE THE QUEEN by SEX PISTOLS. Story by Julian Savage.
My initial impression of meeting Pete: older than me by a few years, he had a lean and hungry look and the physique of a whippet. His hair was cropped to a quarter of an inch, opposing the excessive locks of my brother and I, and, most dramatically, he wore an oversized metal safety pin through his ear.