Stereo Stories in concert

Final show for 2016

Our final show for 2016 is a 60 minute concert at the grand and gorgeous Geelong Library. The show, on Sunday 20 November at 4pm, is part of the 2016 Word For Word Festival. We played a 90 minute show at the Library last February – excellent venue. Hope to see you in Geelong in November!

Early bird tickets ($16, rather than $20) are currently available.

Book tickets via Geelong Library.



“Stereo Stories has emerged from a melting pot of writers and musicians to become one of the most interesting ways for people to enjoy, understand, and connect with the live performance of songs that have been pivotal in people’s lives. The writing is as polished as the musicians are professional, and I have no hesitation in recommending Stereo Stories as a performance piece for a festival, an afternoon’s entertainment, or as the centre piece of an arts exhibition.” – Michael Stewart, Director, Newport Folk Festival , Melbourne

For enquiries about performances, contact Vin Maskell

For details of previous shows, see our Gig Guide

“A song’s not a song without a bit of your life wrapped around it.” Steven Carroll, The Art Of The Engine Driver (p248)


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Darren ‘Smokie’ Dawson and The Stereo Stories Band (and other writers) return to the Geelong Library on Sunday November 20. Photo by Eric Algra.

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David Oke
The Dancing Dog, Footscray, May 2015

Heather and I grinned and looked at each other through the night, as if to say, ‘How did all this happen?’ ‘Is our son really this good?’ and ‘Who would have believed this?’

The Perfect Chord: a personal tribute to The Beatles

Chris Mangan
Maternity ward, Melbourne 1964

It would be hard not to think of The Beatles upon hearing the perfect chord that introduces the song A Hard Day’s Night, the perfect chord to symbolise a worldwide phenomenon, and the perfect fanfare for a newborn life in Melbourne 1964.

Stereo Stories in concert – Final show for 2016

Our final show for 2016 is a 60 minute concert at the grand and gorgeous Geelong Library and Heritage Centre. The show, on Sunday 20 November at 4pm, is part of the 2016 Word For Word Festival, a celebration of non-fiction writing.

Cohen, Leonard: a song

Vin Maskell
Café, La Trobe St, Melbourne. Lunchtime June 2010

Some songs need fresh air. They need to be able to breathe again. They need to be able to float away into space and not come into our orbit for a good while.

All good at Albury gig. Real good.

Stereo Stories’ first foray interstate was the Write Around the Murray Festival in Albury on Saturday 10 September. We did a two-hour dinner show at Albury LibraryMuseum: three half-hour brackets of stories inspired by songs and then a chance for the band to really stretch out and flex its muscles.

Goodbye Yellow Brick Road by Elton John

Maria Majsa
21 Swan Crescent, Pakuranga 1974

Under all the fairy floss, trouble is lurking. There are wrong turns, regrets, situations that are easier to run from than face. Goodbye Yellow Brick Road is about escape and it wasn’t lost on me that the first place I heard it was my favourite place to escape to

Razor’s Edge by Goanna

David Oke
Anglesea, 1984 and 2010

There has always been a bit of rivalry between Anglesea and the neighbouring town Torquay. I think that it is more than the local netball, football and lawn-bowls competitive spirit.

Undertow by Leonard Cohen

Rijn Collins
Melbourne, 2016

I know little about Cohen, but I’m learning about you. You tell me a story as we drive, and I turn towards you, my hands out to catch the falling words.

Do You Want To Know A Secret? by The Beatles

Bea Jones
Wellington, New Zealand. 1963

In my first tentative relationship with a fellow student I felt I had found my soul mate. where the rampant hormones were matched by our mutual passion for art; many Sunday afternoons spent wandering the back streets of Wellington, sketch book in hand.

Words From Robin To Batman by The Kill Devil Hills

Anson Cameron
Basement Discs, Melbourne, 2012

Rare times, a hole opens in a life and a song appears from nowhere to fill it, explain it, exploit it… a fluky medicine – the voice you needed to hear at the moment you needed to hear it. Sometimes you blunder onto a song that fits the need.