CLAUDE RAINS by THE FRONT LAWN Story by Vin Maskell
It was the lyric and the lilt that hooked me in. The metaphor about the airstrip, the plane and hope. And Iād never heard a song that referred to Casablanca, the movie.
It was the lyric and the lilt that hooked me in. The metaphor about the airstrip, the plane and hope. And Iād never heard a song that referred to Casablanca, the movie.
Bea Jones Wellington, New Zealand. 1963 In my first tentative relationship with a fellow student I felt I had found my soul mate. where the rampant hormones were matched by our mutual passion for art; many Sunday afternoons spent wandering the back streets of Wellington, sketch book in hand.