THAT’S AMORE by DEAN MARTIN. Story by Smokie Dawson
The sounds of the snipping scissors and whirring electric clippers were hypnotising, and I felt myself drifting off.
Goodbye Yellow Brick Road by Elton John. Story by Maria Majsa.
21 Swan Crescent, Pakuranga 1974 Under all the fairy floss, trouble is lurking. There are wrong turns, regrets, situations that are easier to run from than face. Goodbye Yellow Brick Road is about escape and it wasn’t lost on me that the first place I heard it was my favourite place to escape to
Never My Love by The Association. Story by Laura Grace Weldon.
Laura Grace Weldon Ohio living room,1970 Supervising little kids’ baths was one of my dad's chores in the parental division of duties, so he’d sit on the toilet lid singing and strumming the guitar while we played in the tub.
The Cape by Guy Clark. Story by Lucia Nardo
Lucia Nardo Family gathering, Melbourne, 1996 I felt a plum-size lump, unyielding to my touch. Dan yelped with pain. That moment is etched in my memory. I knew our lives were about to change. I wanted to push the lump back down, along with all the terror it was about to unleash.
Drops of Jupiter by Train
My grandparents' garage, Reservoir, 2001 Alessandra Bergamin As I pressed rewind and play once more, Nonno abandoned his re-reading of Il Globo to shuffle across the tiles and play a game. Taking my hand into his own short, stout and tanned fingers, he gently twisted each of my fingertips from side-to-side. Tick-tock-tick-tock, he said, his Italian accent adding an extra vowel to the end of each word. Ticka-tocka-ticka-tocka.
Penny Lane by The Beatles. Story by Maria Majsa
Maria Majsa Pakuranga, Auckland 1967 There is a radio in a brown leather case on the bench. My mother turns it on during the day when my father has left for work and the house feels different.
Mull of Kintyre by Wings. Story by Jeff Dowsing
Jeff Dowsing Inverloch, Victoria 1978 An abiding childhood memory is of sitting at the kitchen bench in a holiday house at Inverloch, munching Coco Pops as Mull of Kintyre played on the radio.
Dancing On The Jetty by INXS. Story by Brutus Mudake.
Brutas Mudcake Rye foreshore, summer of 1988/89 Seven years old, and I’d entered the orbit of popular culture and had an entrée to what was as the epitome of cool, teenager-dom.
Pinball Number Count on Sesame Street. Story by Emma Westwood
Emma Westwood Geelong, 1977 Melbourne, 2014 This kind of almost avant-garde compositional material – that would give the Herbie Hancocks and Frank Zappas of this world a run for their money – was actually created to appeal to children. Call me gob-smacked.
Bare Foot Days by Smacka Fitzgibbon. Story by Colin Ritchie
Colin Ritchie Thomas St Noble Park circa 1955 / 1956 At some stage I was taught how to operate the radiogram. From then on I was designated the DJ.