Most Of The Time by Bob Dylan. Story by Vin M
I am sitting in a blue Laser sedan under a streetlight in a back-street in Brunswick. A Yorkshire rapper is in the passenger seat fiddling with a cassette and the car’s tape player.
MOTHER AND CHILD REUNION by PAUL SIMON. Story by Maria Haughey.
The burial went quickly. Quicker than planned. The weather turned just before the rosary. A localised storm – affectionately recorded for posterity as Hurricane Maureen – came rolling through.
MOTHERS TALK by TEARS FOR FEARS. Story by Lauren Pearce
In the spirit of moving on, I looked up and streamed the album that gave us Everybody: Songs from the Big Chair. Over the next few days of my respiratory virus and associated insomnia, I became intimately familiar with it.
MOTORCYCLE EMPTINESS by MANIC STREET PREACHERS. Story by Grace La Pace.
The six-minute masterpiece Motorcycle Emptiness truly was a rare opus in my incredibly mundane life.
Move It On Over by Hank Williams. Story by Chris
Chris The family home, mid-1970s.We used to have a radiogram until it got hit by lightning. We did not have a TV until 1978.
MOVING UP IN CLASS by THE NIGHTHAWKS. Story by Luke Davies.
No sending a link on your phone back then. It took time and dedication to record a LP to a tape for one of your mates.