This being a prog show, there are very few young people, and only a handful of young women. Luckily, there’s a young couple sitting next to me, so I don’t feel too out of place.
Blues touches the heart and soul. People come along to the Sleepy Hollow Blues Club to be themselves, to be with others who have a similar love of the blues, some who may have lived the blues.
In Askrigg, there is not much talk about happiness but there is much evidence of it.
We couldn't play at the Write Around the Murray Festival in Albury this year, so at the invitation of the festival, we made a little video. A postcard, you could call it.
Given so many Stereo Stories (or stories in general ) are about rites of passage, and formative years, it’s no surprise we have a collection of short music-memoirs about schooldays. Just over 20 stories, including contributions from noted authors Tony Birch and Melanie Cheng, and our RocKwiz colleague Brian Nankervis.
You see a heading on the Greek newspaper Neos Kosmos. ‘Death of a poet’ perhaps it says. You wonder who the poet is.
Over the course of the year Arijana and I saved countless bus fares hitching a ride to uni in the green Volvo, chatting away, distracting the driver who ran the odd red light.
Dicko invited me to a concert at the Mooroopna Mechanics Institute. On a Sunday night. To see Slim Dusty. I had heard and rejected Slim and his music.
At weekends they hung around the eastern beaches, working on their tans, the warm bleed of Fleetwood Mac or The Eagles seeping from car radios. I imagined they’d all marry each other and never leave.
We have a handful of stories inspired by The Rolling Stones. Just the five, which may be a fraction surprising.