Stereo Stories on Radio National
Pull up a chair, pour a cup of tea and listen to the 20 minute Stereo Stories segment broadcast on Radio National on Monday evening 21 July, 2014.
Pull up a chair, pour a cup of tea and listen to the 20 minute Stereo Stories segment broadcast on Radio National on Monday evening 21 July, 2014.
Ian Carpenter Ferguson St, Williamstown 1962 At home the Oklahoma soundtrack would not get a look in as the battle to control the family radiogramme had begun.
Stephen Andrew High school quadrangle, Melbourne. Lunchtime, 1975 On my fourteenth birthday my best mate, Peter, presented me with two gifts, one of which I still hold close to my heart.
Fiction by Stephen Kimber A country town, outside a dance, night. Out of pure ignorance I'd done something right. She smiled at me.
That first summer I heard about the girl from the Red River Shore I felt a little better, if a little sadder, about the world.
Nick Cowling Driving in Hoppers Crossing, a Thursday afternoon. August 2011 That day I realised that I can still listen to metal and that I don’t need to be a music fascist and devote myself to only one genre.
Stephen Andrew Student hostel, West Geelong 1982 I didn’t get a Mohawk, nor cut up and safety pin my clothes. I kept my phlegm to myself. I was a part-time punk.
Above: The Stereo Stories Band of writers and musicians will be playing at
Newport Bowls Club on Sunday 19 October, 2pm. Details below.
Take a song, a place and a time, and you may well have a Stereo Story: a short memoir inspired by a piece of music.
Stereo Stories are about pop and country and jazz and rock, about love and family and humour.
Stereo Stories are about punk and metal and folk. About school and life and love and grief.
And always about being a fan.
Welcome aboard.
Craig Johnston Pantages Theater, Los Angeles, 1987 "It’s too loud,” she cried at a Little Feat concert. I knew immediately my marriage was destined for collapse.
Stephen Andrew The Gershwin Room, The Esplanade Hotel, St Kilda, February 2013 Three or four times, as promised, Julia Zemiro makes mention of the neck brace. It’s become a prop, a point of identification, a punch line.