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.
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.
āWell, Mr Jukebox,ā the elderly man said. āHow about I offer you a request?ā
My Beatles education commenced, early before I was born
The sounds of the snipping scissors and whirring electric clippers were hypnotising, and I felt myself drifting off.
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.
Darren 'Smokie' Dawson loves his footy, his cricket, his hats and his music. He came into Stereo Stories' orbit via The Footy Almanac.
James Reyne was unable to mask his concern, yelling into the microphone: āWe are not coming back on until you have all stopped fighting!ā And with that, the band hurriedly disappeared from the stage.
The immediacy of streaming could never quite replace the satisfaction of buying, owning, and holding music in my hands. And the streaming serviceās omnipresent āDaily Mixā ā chosen especially for me! ā was not so much spookily playful as downright nefarious, with the accompanying emails bordering on harassment.
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.
Darren 'Smokie' Dawson Various venues, Victoria, New South Wales, 2015, 2016 Never in my wildest dreams did I envisage how my short tale of a doomed teenage relationship would give me such a great rush every time I took to the lectern to share it. At a Stereo Stories show, a writer's words are given greater depth and clarity by the excellent Stereo Stories band.