FIRE by BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN. COVID-19 tip from Louise Maskell.
What the world needs now is more of this. More sultry men steaming up your computer screen as you scratch out a living in this Covid-19 world.
The Punk collection
Punk? We've got gobfuls of it. Twenty-odd stories.
The Smokers’ seven glorious minutes. Memoir by Earl O’Neill
...we took it down, we took it further up, further down, rolling on the energy, every time a bit more crazy and loose and loud, louder, quieter, louder, and seven minutes in...
HYPERACTIVE CHILD by DEAD KENNEDYS. COVID-19 tip from Stephen Andrew
That night I hung out down the back of the venue because the molten mosh pit at the foot the stage was simply terrifying.
Kalt by Kælan Mikla. Story by Rijn Collins
Their own webpage describes them as a cross between Diamanda Galás and The Birthday Party. I tell a friend they are like Bikini Kill mixed with Joy Division. We’re both correct.
IN THE SUMMERTIME by MUNGO JERRY. Fiction by Niles Reddick
"What the hell kind of friends do you have? I’m paying twenty thousand dollars a year to send you to that private Catholic prep school, and I will not allow trash to come into my house whether literally or via social media."
CENTRE STAGE Stephen Andrew
To say that Stephen Andrew has been instrumental to Stereo Stories would be both an understatement and a poor pun. Writer, musician, sounding board, banner maker...
LOVE & AFFECTION by JOAN ARMATRADING. Story by Victoria Wells.
He tried his best to explain the finer parts of Spanish grammar, all of which I have forgotten. Such an unrewarding task. Even at 15 I could recognise this. But unlike other teachers he never raised his voice, or said threatening things, and he never gave any detentions. I could imagine him going home to his drab brown life, eating drab brown food and having to mark our very drab homework.
LOVER YOU SHOULD’VE COME OVER by JEFF BUCKLEY. Story by Martina Medica
I’m exhausted and out of breath. I don’t even know where I am anymore. Have I missed my stop? I wouldn’t know.
MY HERO by FOO FIGHTERS. Story by Smokie Dawson
Urgency is dictating that we move more quickly now, so we forge on past rave tents full of writhing, scantily dressed youngsters, many with glazed eyes.