Get Dancin’ by Disco Tex and the Sex-O-Lettes
Stephen Andrew High school quadrangle, Melbourne. Lunchtime, 1975 On my fourteenth birthday my best mate, Peter, presented me with two gifts, one of which I still hold close to my heart.
F–k Art Let’s Dance by 5.15. Story by Stephen Andrew.
Stephen Andrew Student hostel, West Geelong 1982 I didn’t get a Mohawk, nor cut up and safety pin my clothes. I kept my phlegm to myself. I was a part-time punk.
Everybody Moves by Died Pretty. Story by Stephen Andrew
Stephen Andrew The Gershwin Room, The Esplanade Hotel, St Kilda, February 2013 Three or four times, as promised, Julia Zemiro makes mention of the neck brace. It’s become a prop, a point of identification, a punch line.
Cletus Awreetus-Awrightus by Frank Zappa
Stephen Andrew Lounge room, Warrandyte 1975 My inner ear quivered like a Jack Russell on heat as I rode home on the bus. I slid out the disc, looked at the warm, mustard-coloured Reprise record label and lowered the needle onto the outside groove.