Holiday in Cambodia by Dead Kennedys. Story by Nick Cowling
Nick Cowling Driving in Hoppers Crossing, a Thursday afternoon. August 2011That day I realised that I can still listen to metal and that I don’t need to be a music fascist and devote myself to only one genre.
HOLIDAYS IN THE SUN BY THE SEX PISTOLS Story by Maria Majsa
Maria Majsa Back bedroom, Pakuranga, Auckland 1978I held the popsicle to my left ear while my brother stabbed away at my right. It was a warm day and I could feel the popsicle oozing down my neck. Blood and raspberry, an indistinguishable mess.
Hollywood Waltz by The Eagles. Story by Mark Schier
Mark Schier California, 1990We sat on the train and plugged into our portable cassette players with those 1990s chunky headphones. I'm not sure what my wife listened to, but for me there was only one choice.
HOLY CITY by MISSISSIPPI GABE CARTER Story by Dan Firth
Mississippi Gabe Carter knows a thing or two about devotion. He’s a deeply religious man, after all. His record label is called Lord And Gabe Records. To borrow one of his album titles, he was born to preach.
HOMETOWN by JOE JACKSON. Story by Damian Balassone
There was one song that stood out. Hometown: a beautiful melody with evocative lyrics, concluding with a delightful guitar lick by Vinnie Zummo.
HOMETOWN par JOE JACKSON. Histoire de Damian Balassone
Il y a quelques routards irlandais qui vivent dans la même auberge que moi. Nous parlons. L'un d'eux mentionne que Joe Jackson joue à Rome ce soir-là. Il avait vu une affiche dans une laverie à proximité.