GRACELAND by PAUL SIMON. Story by Kate Foulds.
We met for school holiday screenings of La Bamba and Dirty Dancing at the same tech high gym where we painted thick black circles around our eyes and teased our hair until it looked like Jon Bon Jovi’s – ahead of our Rock Eisteddfod pilgrimage to The Royal Melbourne Showgrounds.
Great Balls Of Fire by Jerry Lee Lewis
David Oke Sun Studio, Memphis. December 2013We had been given strict instruction to not touch any instruments. The piano lid was open. The piano stool awaited. Will I or won't I?
GREEN GROW THE RUSHES O Traditional folk song. Story by Ruby Claire
When I was 10, my aunty moved from that house and we no longer had the uncle with the big red truck. There was no more chipped white paint and no more tyre swing.
GREEN RIVER by CREEDENCE CLEARWATER REVIVAL Story by Damian Balassone
My sole ambition in life is to find out what has happened to John Fogerty.
GREENSLEEVES (and ice-cream vans)
Greensleeves is the sound of anticipation. The sound of promise and summer. The sound of hot days. The sound of ice-cream on your tongue, melting over your fingers, dripping onto your toes.
GROOVE by Bill Arnott
headlights splay across a country roadway/ single lane both ways in groovy groovin’ grooves/ to the smooth, smooth sound of billie holiday