There are many ways to meet a song for the first time. I didn’t meet Angelina until I read a novel called The Best Of Adam Sharp, by Graeme Simsion.
Listen to Stephen Andrew as he recalls errant high-school days and a taciturn teacher.
It’s like seeing a tapestry in the dark – there’s beauty, but there’s also a great deal of uncertainty. And I didn’t know which thread I was supposed to embody.
In Hamlet, Polonius says to his son: Neither a borrower nor a lender be/For loan oft loses both itself and friend
Take a peek inside the Stereo Stories photo albums, including our recent photo shoot.
The lyrics of Rattlin’ Bones were apocalyptic and disorienting but somehow strangely comforting after our deeply personal experiences of the Black Saturday fires.
The music conjures images of a new person. A person who can smile, laugh, interact.
The Beach Boys were there with us on each and every road trip. Each song had its own special moment to shine along the journey.
Kerouac’s bebop fills my body. His mellifluous slurring cha-cha-cha’s itself into a new instrument, floating notes like his beloved Charlie Parker saxophone...
We mourn the dead, but if they touched us in some way they never really die.