HOUSE DEPOSIT by HOUSE DEPOSIT Story by David Oke
It’s a close-knit community and there’s lots of crossover in band members from one group to another. The kids are always welcoming and delighted to see me.
It’s a close-knit community and there’s lots of crossover in band members from one group to another. The kids are always welcoming and delighted to see me.
At home and still in my funereal black, I do the obligatory YouTube search for the track. The internet soon shepherds me away from The King’s back-catalogue to a tear-invoking power-ballad from a band I’d followed since the 1990s.
Stereo Stories is building a growing catalogue of of stories based on contemporary songs. Recently we have runs stories about songs by Baker Boy, Tones & I, Rufus du Sol, Jason Mraz, and Boats & Birds.
It was a typical example of a poky old corner pub with a strong local identity; often, it was packed out on band nights. Usually, we’d play from 8.30 till 11.30 pm, with a couple of small intervals, and the price of entry was $2 – yep, $2!
Before I moved South, the young people I often worked with in remote communities in Central Australia would listen to local Indigenous musos singing in the many languages of the Territory over whitefella stuff any day.
We went through our usual repertoire, with The Rolling Stones’ Respectable rattling the rafters in Freshwater Creek.
Love stories? You’ll find them right here, in The Stereo Stories Anthology of Love Stories.
Eric’s music spilled out over the ridge, south into the valley, across the Jordan, embracing Biblical fields and crusade-era ruins, north along the road to Damascus.
We ended up in a pub. There was a country-rock band in a back room. They played with a certain honesty. Lap-steel guitar can do that.