MIDDLE CURSE by LALI PUNA Story by Claudia Pantani
Eventually though the time will come for you to get thirsty on a random night, head toward the fridge, reach for the orange juice bottle and get hit by an epiphany.
CATS IN THE CRADLE by HARRY CHAPIN Story by Danny Katz
I’m driving my son to his mate’s house and he’s flicking through stations on the car radio, trying to find a decent pop song to listen to - something that doesn’t sound like it was composed using sampled microwave keypad beeps. Then he’s accidentally flicked onto a golden oldies station. He’s keen to flick off, but I tell him to wait a sec.
RIDERS ON THE STORM by THE DOORS Story by Emily Maguire
In the space of thirty seconds I’ve gone from being bored to horny to a tragic figure whose only true love is dead.
YOU DO SOMETHING TO ME by PAUL WELLER Story by Martina Medica
If we had hours rather than minutes, we would listen to music through the tinny TV speakers, tucked up together under blankets on the mattress, arguing over the best of British.
WEEVILS IN THE FLOUR by ROY BAILEY Story by Luke Davies
The afternoon sun came through the west facing window as I tinkered on some project and the radio was glued to Radio National. The radio has served me well after being rescued from a dumpster.
REWIND – Father’s Day at Stereo Stories
Here at Stereo Stories we celebrate Fathers' Day not with gifts of angle grinders and barbecues and golf balls but with stories, a dozen in all.
HEY LITTLE GIRL by ICEHOUSE. Story by Nathan Johnson
Hey Little Girl does not remind me of anybody in particular. But it reminds me of Madrid. It’s what I heard at that moment, when I needed to hear something just like it, when I was between jobs and almost broke.
SUBTERRANEANS by DAVID BOWIE Story by Christopher Hawkes
As soon as the credits rose I would stalk back to the car and play Low on my way home, through the city and immigrant ghettoes, past still clattering factories and silent housing estates, then back onto the dark of the fen to park at a small humpback bridge just outside my village.
CRAWLING by LINKIN PARK Story by Deborah Tayloe
I shed a few tears, wiped them away, and lost myself in the music. Chester Bennington is gone, but his legacy will live on through his music.
EVE OF DESTRUCTION by BARRY McGUIRE Story by David Oke
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.