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
GROWIN’ UP by BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN Story by Vin Maskell
Vin MaskellOutside Newport library, Victoria, Australia. Saturday 7 July, 2012. Midday.The busker had an audience of one, as I stood there off to the side, trying not to look too conspicuous.
GROWIN’ UP by SPRINGSTEEN Story by Jack Gramski
Jack Gramski Western suburbs, Melbourne, circa 2005Everyone I'd grown up with was changing: getting jobs, having kids, moving away, finding new friends etc.
GUDBUY T’JANE by SLADE Story by Kevin Densley
The best thing about Glenda’s enthusiasm, though, was that it triggered my interest in Slade.
GUINNEVERE by CROSBY AND NASH. Story by James Hands
James Hands Bungalow, Melbourne, 1982I'd just been introduced by a Uni friend to Madeleine - long blond hair, sweet 16, pure hippy chic wafting Ishka fragrance - and it's total infatuation at first sight.