CRAWLING KING SNAKE by ETTA JAMES Story by Rijn Collins
I think of my past snakes, all those blue eyes and banjos over the years, the late night knocks and needs that kept my heart shielded and my eyes always on the door.
REWIND – Last Kind Words Blues by Geeshie Wiley
Alice Bishop ponders the crossroads of love and marriage, of blues and women, of cotton fields and the Mississippi.
Music and memoir alive and well in Wangaratta
Stereo Stories' first concert for 2017 was a 90-minute show at The Stage Door Studio, an intimate performance space tucked away in a corner of the Wangaratta Showgrounds. The night kicked off with the starkness of State Trooper and finished with a rousing blues jam.
Beach house records – part 3
Vin Maskell Moggs Creek, Australia; 1983 to 2013 The third and final part of our series about family, a beach house and its record collection.
Beach house records – part 2
Vin Maskell Moggs Creek, Australia, 1983 to 2013 Part 2 of our three-part series about family, a beach house and its record collection: from The Screaming Tribesmen to The Girl From Ipanema.
How Blue Can You Get by BB King (Live at the Regal, 1964)
Luke R Davies Blacktown, New South Wales, 1986 It was hairs standing up and goose bumps time. I am an atheist and this was as close to a religious experience I was ever going to get.
I Smell Trouble by Ike and Tina Turner
Rijn Collins Northcote, 2007 They took the chairs closest to the door, leaving me the couch. I realised too late that this blocked my exit. The tall one stared at me, his mouth slightly open. Sideburns grinned. And then the CD player whirred into action and gave me an omen, straight from 1971: the bluesy wail of I Smell Trouble. And I did. Fuck, did I ever.
Goin’ Down by Joe Perry
Dawn Corrigan Salt Lake City, Utah, October 22, 2003 Kelly’s job was playing hostess to those Aerosmith fans who paid $600 for The Velvet Rope Experience. “You know how some people have always wanted to go to Paris? This is their Paris.”
Where The Big Blue Sky Meets The Sea by Mattski
Mattski No through road on the Surf Coast, Victoria, January 2008 Mildura, inland, a dusty spring, 2008 I had hit my mid 20s and was on another no through road. Out of desperation I had picked up an acoustic guitar and tried to teach myself to extract a tone from the gravel and dust of it all.
LAST KIND WORDS BLUES BY GEESHIE WILEY Story by Alice Bishop
Alice Bishop The Mississippi, April 2013 The cotton fields lie fallow. Awash. I watch the swirls and eddies and the floating debris.