A hand touches mine. Her eyes are red but she is smiling: “Put on the song. I want to listen.” The song replaces her mother. It gives shelter, hope and protection.
It was only as the band members sloped off that they looked a little senior for all this excitement, ready for bed and a Horlicks. The mood in the audience was not just ecstatic but validated.
In 2018 Andy really threw the cat amongst the pigeons with a story about an outrageous heavy metal song by The Osmonds (yes, The Osmonds).
One of my fondest childhood memories is dancing with my father to Sammy Davis Jnr singing Rhythm Of Life from the soundtrack to the 1969 musical Sweet Charity.
I asked where she was going and she giggled. Said she didn’t know, didn’t care.
Every morning he switches on the radio to my favourite station. He hopes it will help. Most of the time I barely notice it.
she would go about her way, tending to everyone while Billy and his bandmates they would jam and stray but always they’d come home to stay
Each near-miss is a reminder that I wouldn’t be so lucky next time. It does make me sad my friends are aging, though we learned all too well that age has little to do with mortality.
Hugh Jones has often been part of Stereo Stories' pivotal moments.
We filled our time listening to music, usually heavy metal and hardcore - we thought we were too cool to listen to anything else. But when Black by Pearl Jam played, I entirely understood the story she was telling.