VIDEO KILLED THE RADIO STAR by THE BUGGLES. Story by Smokie Dawson.
In our house we had our own personal pop music guru – our mum.
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FAIRYTALE OF NEW YORK by THE POGUES AND KIRSTY MACOLL. Story by Smokie Dawson.
In our house Christmas Day does not officially commence until the air is filled with the opening bars of the greatest Christmas song of all.
EVERYBODY LOVES A LOVER by DORIS DAY. Story by Smokie Dawson.
“Well, Mr Jukebox,” the elderly man said. “How about I offer you a request?”
HERE, THERE AND EVERYWHERE by THE BEATLES. Story by Darren ‘Smokie’ Dawson.
My Beatles education commenced, early before I was born
THAT’S AMORE by DEAN MARTIN. Story by Smokie Dawson
The sounds of the snipping scissors and whirring electric clippers were hypnotising, and I felt myself drifting off.
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.
CENTRE STAGE – Darren ‘Smokie’ Dawson
Darren 'Smokie' Dawson loves his footy, his cricket, his hats and his music. He came into Stereo Stories' orbit via The Footy Almanac.
THE BOYS LIGHT UP by AUSTRALIAN CRAWL. Narration by Darren ‘Smokie’ Dawson
James Reyne was unable to mask his concern, yelling into the microphone: “We are not coming back on until you have all stopped fighting!” And with that, the band hurriedly disappeared from the stage.
WEATHER WITH YOU by CROWDED HOUSE Story by Smokie Dawson
The immediacy of streaming could never quite replace the satisfaction of buying, owning, and holding music in my hands. And the streaming service’s omnipresent “Daily Mix” – chosen especially for me! – was not so much spookily playful as downright nefarious, with the accompanying emails bordering on harassment.
I’M SHIPPING UP TO BOSTON BY THE DROPKICK MURPHYS Story by Smokie Dawson
By the time of the opening strains of Shipping Up To Boston (best known in these parts as the soundtrack to an Australian Rules football advertisement), the crowd is in raptures. It is the cue for my son John to enter the mosh-pit, and at his urging, I bravely follow.