Move It On Over by Hank Williams. Story by Chris
Chris The family home, mid-1970s. We used to have a radiogram until it got hit by lightning. We did not have a TV until 1978.
Chris The family home, mid-1970s. We used to have a radiogram until it got hit by lightning. We did not have a TV until 1978.
Fiona Price Traffic lights, Glen Waverley, 1984 No-one does scorn like a teenage girl. At fourteen, Swagata deployed hers regularly, with rolling eyes and tossing black plait.
Debbie Lee A nursing home in Koroit, April to July 2009 Grandma’s strong farmer's hands disappear into paper-thin veins.
Lisa Jewell St Kilda foreshore 1994; Memphis 2012 I made the vow sound like a secret weapon. They didn’t ask what the vow was.
Holly Ringland Runaway Bay, Australia 1994; Surfers Paradise, Australia 1999; Vancouver Island 2003; Central Desert of Australia 2007 I always think I’m imagining it, but the beam of his torch is steady and true as it bounces over the shrubs, making phosphorescence of the spinifex.
Cassandra Atherton Southern Kisses: A backyard in Slidell, Louisiana, 1982 It was the music he heard first. Something about smelling the moon in her perfume.
Fiction by John Weldon Traffic lights, Melbourne. September 2010 It was completely meaningless, totally shallow and absolutely without any relevance to anything going on in my life. Perfect.
Kerrie Soraghan Pool room, Deer Park, 31 October 1982 On Saturday mornings Dad always sang along loudly to Song Sung Blue on our tinny stereo: mortifying in the extreme to a teenage daughter full of her own pretensions
Pull up a chair, pour a cup of tea and listen to the 20 minute Stereo Stories segment broadcast on Radio National on Monday evening 21 July, 2014.
Ian Carpenter Ferguson St, Williamstown 1962 At home the Oklahoma soundtrack would not get a look in as the battle to control the family radiogramme had begun.