HITCH HIKIN’ by BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN Story by Louise Maskell
Dr G listens as Bruce purrs the first track of Western Stars, the album that came out just a few weeks ago. “This would be perfect for someone learning English!”
HOLD ON by MODELS Story by Fiona Price
Fiona Price Family room, New Year's Day, January 1987As midnight struck, I stepped onto the patio and breathed in 1987. The tiles were still warm beneath my fourteen-year-old feet, but the New Year's air had the simmering cool of night after a hot summer's day.
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.