I’M SHIPPING UP TO BOSTON BY THE DROPKICK MURPHYS Story by Smokie Dawson
By the time of the opening strains of Shipping Up To Boston (best known in these parts as the soundtrack to an Australian Rules football advertisement), the crowd is in raptures. It is the cue for my son John to enter the mosh-pit, and at his urging, I bravely follow.
I’M STAINED by THE SUPERJESUS. Limerick by Michael Leach
Michael Leach pens a limerick about a Superjesus guitar pick.
I’VE GOT A PLAN by MY FRIEND THE CHOCOLATE CAKE Story by Vin M
Save for the weeds, not much grows in our front yard. The soil is rubbish, almost literally. “What’s the plan?” my neighbour says cheerily, as I'm weeding.
I’LL KEEP IT WITH MINE by BOB DYLAN. Story by Alicia Sometimes
He is the magpie, the bowerbird, the blue jay. Bob Dylan collects words. He rephrases his music again and again.
I’M YOURS by JASON MRAZ Story by Gemma Keating
There were a couple of abandoned old sheds, and a few trees. A cow pen. The place was littered with old glass bottles, tin cans, parts of things. All of it became mine. My teenage refuge.
IF I CAN DREAM by ELVIS PRESLEY. Story by Violet St Clair.
The Heartbreak Hotel was a real gem, with kitschy Elvis memorabilia, framed photographs of all sizes and a pink plush telephone so fluffy I expected it to purr.