Holly Ringland Runaway Bay, Australia 1994; Surfers Paradise, Australia 1999; Vancouver Island 2003; Central Desert of Australia 2007I 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, 1982It was the music he heard first. Something about smelling the moon in her perfume.
Fiction by John Weldon Traffic lights, Melbourne. September 2010It 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 1982On 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 1962At home the Oklahoma soundtrack would not get a look in as the battle to control the family radiogramme had begun.
Fiction by Stephen Kimber A country town, outside a dance, night.Out of pure ignorance I'd done something right. She smiled at me.
Nick Cowling Driving in Hoppers Crossing, a Thursday afternoon. August 2011That day I realised that I can still listen to metal and that I don’t need to be a music fascist and devote myself to only one genre.
Craig Johnston Pantages Theater, Los Angeles, 1987"It’s too loud,” she cried at a Little Feat concert. I knew immediately my marriage was destined for collapse.
Stefan Schutt Reservoir 2012, Paris 2013South Morang is the centre of the civilised universe.