500 songs, 500 stories
Stereo Stories published its 500th story this morning.
Stereo Stories’ theme tune
Melbourne musician Dan Oke (who performs under the name of Jarrow) is currently offering to write 30-second jingles/tunes for the princely sum of $5. He figured he can't play any gigs for a while, but could still maintain his creativity. Ever-versatile and open to a challenge, Dan has written, performed and recorded over 20 tunes [...]
DANCE MONKEY by TONES AND I. Story by Vin Maskell.
Here he is on the telly. Careering about in a golf buggy. Dancing. Having a ball. I find the song on the interweb and YouTube tells me it’s had 593,254,616 views. So far. Incomprehensible.
BBC RADIO 4 and Stereo Stories’ David Oke
David Oke, a prolific Stereo Stories writer, will be on BBC Radio 4's Soul Music program today, talking about the anthemic song Wind Of Change by German band Scorpions.
The Stereo Stories photo albums
Take a peek inside the Stereo Stories photo albums, including our recent photo shoot.
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.
WAIT FOR YOU by THE BASICS Confession by Bianca Simpson
Past the age of 30 everyone has collected at least one shameful secret. From international war crimes to embarrassing crushes, we all have things we’d rather keep hidden. But hiding can be tiresome.
Rachmaninoff: Piano Concerto no.2 op.18 Story by Luke R Davies
The love of any form of art is always a subjective thing. What is cool is an art form that can take you to a new level of appreciation of another art form.
BEST SONG EVER by ONE DIRECTION Story by Martina Medica
Sometimes salvation can be found in the unlikeliest of songs. I find the one I want in the playlist, the one you call your dancing song, and turn it up loud.
CATS IN THE CRADLE by HARRY CHAPIN Story by Danny Katz
I’m driving my son to his mate’s house and he’s flicking through stations on the car radio, trying to find a decent pop song to listen to - something that doesn’t sound like it was composed using sampled microwave keypad beeps. Then he’s accidentally flicked onto a golden oldies station. He’s keen to flick off, but I tell him to wait a sec.