IN YOUR HOUSE by THE CURE. Story by Maria Majsa
November came and went and winter gaped ahead of me. The hostel was somewhere to sleep and a place to leave my things, but there was no comfort there.
SO WHAT by THE CURE. Story by Maria Majsa
Hearing the music in its original context, I could appreciate it anew and it made me think about how mutable songs were. How a stormy day might crank up the angst in a track, the way putting on a particular jumper could change the colour of your eyes.
Tonight I’ll Be Staying Here With You by Bob Dylan. Story by Stephen Andrew
Phil was divesting himself of all material possessions, man. Fortunately, I was on hand to help him cleanse himself of the most evil of these things, his LP records.