WAITING ON A FRIEND by THE ROLLING STONES. Story by Jim Roberts
We play a lot of good music, drink far too much, eat fabulously. Most of all we keep stoking the fire to keep the old house warm and our friendship ablaze. A good red helps with that.
We play a lot of good music, drink far too much, eat fabulously. Most of all we keep stoking the fire to keep the old house warm and our friendship ablaze. A good red helps with that.
One of my strongest memories is the pure joy we got out of making each other laugh. Belly laughs that happened while you hung upside down on the monkey bars were even more hilarious.
ā¦the crash site, barrel-rolled down the hill at 100 Ks an hour, a miracle we both walked away over a year ago now, sorry for the van, I hate Grafton nowā¦
Andrew Starkie reflects on friendship, growing up, and The River: Pat introduced me to Bruce Springsteen in the garage at Monash Avenue. We couldnāt have been older than 12 and 13.
We engaged Joie's Mazda 818's unofficial air conditioningātwo windows down and eighty kilometres an hourāand raised our voices in chat and song over the wind streaming into the car.
In a clandestine operation my wife had left me and took everything but my beloved stereo system in the lounge room (including 500 or so records and a CD collection that was rapidly catching up) and, in the spare room, a single bed.
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 wasnāt lost on me that the first place I heard it was my favourite place to escape to
Anson Cameron Basement Discs, Melbourne, 2012 Rare times, a hole opens in a life and a song appears from nowhere to fill it, explain it, exploit it⦠a fluky medicine - the voice you needed to hear at the moment you needed to hear it. Sometimes you blunder onto a song that fits the need.
Fiction by Jesse Maskell Falls Festival, Victoria, 2016 The best moments are supposed to be ahead but this is it. In five hours Iāll be head-in-an-ocean Chemical Brothers play Wide Open 40 minutes into their set and Iāll look around for Karti, Caitos, through the dim flashing crowd seeing iconic hero friends in moments.
Vin Maskell Geelong 1979, Melbourne 1982 We were talking and Van was singing. Tom, maybe you talked about your family, whom Iād never met. And maybe about your father, your distant, distant father.