TUCKER’S DAUGHTER by IAN MOSS Story by Jo Hocking
The opening bars of Tucker’s Daughter will forever be associated with the interminable wait during school dancing lessons of holding the clammy hands of a socially inept male counterpart.
FLAME TREES by COLD CHISEL Story by Jeff Dowsing
This isn’t a song for Grafton, or Australia, it’s a song for the human condition. The sublime execution is what sets it apart.
MY TURN TO CRY by COLD CHISEL Story by John Butler
We’d run out of petrol returning from Mildura. Mobile phones were an invention of the future. We couldn’t even see a house light in the distance, let alone a public phone.
SATURDAY NIGHT by COLD CHISEL Story by David Oke
Chisel got in the groove and just after the ninth repetition of ‘Saturday Night’ I yelled out the famous line: “Well if you don’t like it what are you doing standing there for twenty minutes for?” You should have seen the stares I got.
Houndog by Cold Chisel (Stereo Stories Live at Newport) Story by Stephen Andrew
Stephen Andrew Somewhere along the Hume Highway, summer of 1982I catch myself staring too long at the sunlight on her hair, or laughing too loud at one of her jokes, and feel the sharp pierce of an unbridgeable distance.
Flame Trees by Sarah Blasko
Mickey Randall Sydney Airport, January 5, 2006I fiddle with my Walkman radio, singularly ravenous for Australian sounds.