Melbourne's Wheeler Centre had the good foresight to bootleg an event I wish I could have attended: Carrie Brownstein in conversation wi...

I remember it was in the great musical text, Isle of Noises: Conversations with Great British Songwriters  where Ray Davies encouraged the u...

“I succeed very well, by not looking at the world around By not looking at myself Going on, moving, constantly.” Dyva - Leftover Love ...

I live in the hope that I will see the value in all music. I like to believe that even if song is not to my taste, it deserves to exist beca...

It's always a rare and special feeling to explore the collection of an informed enthusiast. I got that feeling in a completely different...

Relatively early in my exploration of the Soviet post-punk band, Kino, I discovered a lyric sheet which was presumably written in the hand o...

I had assumed my position, pressed up against the stage of the Corner Hotel. It was an earnest thing to do, after all there only a handful o...

Is there such a thing as a musical coincidence when you talk about music all the time? Probably not, but then it was damn weird when my song...

It was a cover Ace of Base never wanted to record, but Don't Turn Around exists as a visceral feature of their 1993 debut, The Sign (or ...

I live with this perpetual gratitude that I live among the most kind and interesting local and international travellers, among guests who qu...

We were in a coffee shop in Soho when my friend slapped a laminated ticket stub on the table. It was from a United Airlines flight and it bo...

I had showed up at Freddie Mercury's home without a pen, which was OK because I found it so meditative just to read the dedications of o...

Seeing Blur had always been an implausible prospect. I had missed them twice before in Hyde Park and yet, I managed to be there that night. ...