WHEN YOUR LOVE IS GONE by JIMMY BARNES. Poem by Michael Leach
Michael Leach recalls hearing a Jimmy Barnes song, 30 years apart.
Michael Leach recalls hearing a Jimmy Barnes song, 30 years apart.
Michael Leach pens a limerick about a Superjesus guitar pick.
On a fresh midmorning, I alight my bus at the east end of Adelaideās CBD and proceed to speed walk along cracked concrete, as The Superjesusās track āNow and Thenā begins on my iPod.
Stereo Stories photographer Eric Algra is currently putting the finishing touches to a wonderful collection of photographs that are to be published in a new book, Rock ānā Roll City.
The next time Razorās Edge played he loudly sang the line about getting a letter from Davey. I usually shut up for a few minutes. It was that line that cut me up a bit, it still does.