In the blue cloudless sky something caught my eye. At a really high altitude was something - metallic silver. It was glinting in the morning sun and moving very slowly.
Wichita Lineman means a lot to me. I used to play it for my beloved when we first met: I was trying to impress her with my guitar skills because she didn't seem too impressed by my conversation, my sexual prowess, or my recipe for spicy peanut satay sauce. A tough one to break.
This was Franco’s Spain. The military dictator had brought in laws to limit freedom of association and groups of more than two people were not allowed to gather. We were in constant danger.
Was One Perfect Day by The Little Heroes a perfect pop song? The song's writer, Roger Wells, never thought so, as he told Stereo Stories two years ago.
In the third of our Rewind series we take a look back at Nick Gadd's touching story of tending to his infant daughter Genny (who recently turned 21!).
By the late 1980s, United We Stand had definitely moved into the extremely daggy category but there was just something about it that got the crowd going at The Candy. During the first verse, Irene would swan through the crowd trying not to strangle patrons along the way with what the girls deemed was the longest microphone cord in the history of the world.
In the second of our Rewind series, we re-visit Nathan Johnson's piece about visiting North Korea in 2013. In the evenings your group is confined to your hotel. You have few entertainment options, but the hotel karaoke lounge is open, empty and even has Western songs. You look through the song list and make your selection.
In the first of our Rewind series, we re-visit Rachael Howlett's terrific story about suburbia and buying the 7-inch single of Antmusic by Adam And The Ants. I just knew it was time to break out some of my pocket money to buy this tune and rattled my blue State Bank of Victoria moneybox until [...]
We engaged Joie's Mazda 818's unofficial air conditioning—two windows down and eighty kilometres an hour—and raised our voices in chat and song over the wind streaming into the car.
Here in my city I’m fretting after my father, lost in the aftermath of a stroke and the creeping invasion of inoperable cancer.