HEARTBEAT AND SAILS by AUGIE MARCH. Story by Stella Griffiths.
I take off and pedal cross the road. The waa-waa synth-like drop begins, and the drums kick in as I, too, drop onto the Merri Creek path, a petite valley sectioning the northern suburbs of Melbourne.
Heartbreak Hotel by Elvis Presley/Spinal Tap
David Oke Graceland, Memphis, December 2013Before entering the Graceland tour I explained to my sons that we were about to enter holy ground, that there are people here who worship Elvis. “In other words,” I said, “Show some respect.”
Heaven by Bryan Adams
Phil Dimitriadis Northern suburbs, Melbourne, July 1985My first real kiss was a cheap tequila breath away.
HELD UP TO THE MOON by RUBY CARTER. Story by Bruce Pascoe.
When Ruby hit her bass vibrato, glasses and cups rumbled on the shelf.
HELLHOUND ON MY TRAIL by ROBERT JOHNSON Story by John Butler
In this age where there’s supposedly no such thing as bad publicity, where every mundane detail of life can serve as grist to the celebrity mill, the rarest commodity of all is a genuine sense of mystery. Because he was dead long before he was famous, Robert Johnson will never lose his mystery.
HELLO DARLIN’ by CONWAY TWITTY Story by Damian Balassone
Damian Balassone Goondiwindi 1991After those rugby games we played music on an old cassette deck whilst going about our chores. It did not take long for me to realise that country music was the preferred genre amongst the cotton chippers.