With Christmas lunch upon us, we’re reminded how easy it is to lose touch with those we know. Ron Sexsmith’s song articulates it beautifully. Sandy, I’m sorry.
Enough of the frivolous fluff we hear this time of year, I say! Time to culture-up our taste this Christmas.
What’s Christmas without all those cheesy festive songs? To get you in the holiday mood here are some of our favourites performed by a range of singers from Sinatra to Aguilera, and including a few surprises.
America is a country fast reaching divisive apathy, however, Hanif Abdurraqib points to another way to heal, as they have before, through the power of music.
The saxophone has endless appeal, so to honour it, we thought we’d wrap our lips around it. You know where I’m going with this, daddy-o.
We sat down with The Tea Party who are touring Australia to celebrate their seminal 1997 album Transmission.
We know who can play it, but who was the first person to add electricty to the garden variety guitar?
For many, ‘Mack the Knife’ is a song that been covered to death. The truth, however, is far darker. And yes, it involves death.
‘Down in a hole’ sans the brutal context, is anything but a sad song. However, tied up with the narrative of the man who sung it, the neg vibes flood in.
Sometimes less is absolutely more. Ben Folds death drags his opus ‘Cigarette’ in 90 seconds, as the rest of us splutter as the emotional detritus remains lodged in our throats.
Paul Kelly is a gifted writer, especially when charting what he no longer has. When I First Met Your Ma, is a superb example of love lived, love lost and lessons learned.
We’re all familiar with the big (big) band leaders, but for every Glenn Miller or Duke Ellington is a female name lost to history. Today we right wrongs, and salute the big women of big band.
A mother’s love is a mother’s love. Even if she dismisses you in favour of her addictions. Tupac has lived this, and he’s been good enough to share.
Never really noticed the drummer? Think they’re superfluous? It’s high time you brushed up on your drummers and stopped beating them up.
‘Heroin Girl’ is a song about exactly that. To the artist who wrote the track, she was his everything; to everyone else, she was just another overdose.
Jessie is a problem we’ve all had. The grating drunk phone call from the ex we never tamed, one that promises all and delivers nothing. But still we believe.
Drake, the man who started from the lowest wrung before reaching his current station, features this week, adding a symphony to his parental issues. Not bad for a reformed child actor.
Move over throwback synthesisers, the strange kids are all about Grandma’s washboard. I hope. In preparation for the strangest day of the year, I’ve sampled a symphony of the world’s most popular obscure instruments.
Despite the author being a teenager, ‘Relapse’ is far deeper than the standard diary fare. The visceral feeling of love amputated bleeds off the page.
In the next instalment of 200 Sad Songs, we are dragged into the darkest corner of Nick Cave’s ‘Murder Ballads’, documenting the split of a pair, and the emotional hell that rides in soon after it.
The benefit of age is seeing the people you’ve ruined. Willie Nelson knows this, and up next in 200 Sad Songs he’ll explain the autumnal years regret he walks through. Love is fun.