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!”
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!”
Night shifts summer’s leaves/Date palms rock in breeze/Crescent bay shimmers
I’d drive all night with my brother if I could. It would be escapism of a sort but also a rare chance to spend time, a long time, together. We’d pack sandwiches and snacks and drinks. Chocolate. A football. Some of Peter’s surfboards.
As a teenage boy in a dark suburban room, I was a long way from the turnpikes of New Jersey. I didn't have a job, a car or a girl, just an Apollo 10-speed bicycle and a dungeon I called my own. What on earth was I connecting with here?
Vin MaskellOutside Newport library, Victoria, Australia. Saturday 7 July, 2012. Midday.The busker had an audience of one, as I stood there off to the side, trying not to look too conspicuous.
Phil Dimitriadis Watching YouTube in East Preston, March 2014Tom is but a spirit in the night/remembering the love of a Jersey girl.