The New Castrati
Too Much Heaven on their Minds
By Paul Kelly
Ever since the world began, I suspect, men have been showing off to women and to other men by singing high. Sure, the manly stuff – hunting animals, smashing enemies, guarding the fort, singing baritone – has always played well, identifying a fella, in the words of John Lee Hooker, as a “solid sender”. But, so often, when a guy’s up against the odds and needs a miracle, it’s upwar
The Plight of the Windsors
Falling Stars
By Peter Conrad
I, too, once saw her passing by, for a few seconds in 1954, on a scrubby hill in Hobart during her first Commonwealth tour. She passed by in an open car as we all flapped our patriotic pennants; in return she signalled her lukewarm enthusiasm with the slow-motion wave of a gloved hand. I had never seen anyone so white and unweathered, and when I heard her voice on the radio later that day I m