No Longer There by The Cat Empire (A Black Saturday story)
Sam Lawry Kinglake, winter, 2008 And then we were in Kinglake. It was beautiful. The roads followed the hills, through the trees. It was such an achingly typical Australian bush landscape.
Sam Lawry Kinglake, winter, 2008 And then we were in Kinglake. It was beautiful. The roads followed the hills, through the trees. It was such an achingly typical Australian bush landscape.
Tony Kelly Rostrevor College, Adelaide, 1973 At the school eisteddfod Phil Donato sang Ave Maria. I sang Blowin’ In The Wind. I thought my song was an inspired choice.
Rijn Collins Berlin, August 2013 My head against a train window, I watch Berlin slide by and listen to Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds.
Rick Kane Ironing before work, Preston. January 2013 In the quiet of an early summer morning, ironing one pant leg after another I listened while Johnny once again led me into the beauty within a seemingly ordinary moment yet nonetheless, a crossroads moment.
Vin Maskell The Bellbrae hill, 1974 Ten words was all my father said about Bob Dylan. Eleven if you count the contraction.
Colin Ritchie Traffic lights somewhere in Melbourne, 2012 Colac, summer of 62/63 You could say the pocket transistor radio was the iPod of its day! Everybody had to have one and you felt so groovy walking down the street with it in your hand. Certainly a real status symbol to the youth of my day in my home town of Colac.
Hugh Jones Launceston 1982, Three a.m Sub-editors worked as a team and like other nocturnal wildlife we clung together for protection.
Stephen Andrew St Andrews, Victoria, 2 April 2009 Inside the music I am offered something like the grace I am going to need if I am to rise again tomorrow and face the fire-blackened landscape of my town.
Stereo Stories' big day out at the Newport Bowls Club on Sunday 19 October was a big success. Eighty fans thoroughly enjoyed the eleven Stereo Stories, plus bonus tracks.
Mickey Randall A laundry in Kimba, September, 1993 (a Tuesday) Stripping precious bushels from the wheat, our voices pranged out across the paddocks. The adult in charge was Coopers Sparkling Ale.