House concerts, anyone?
House concerts, anyone?
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.
GUITAR BAND by STEVIE WRIGHT Story by Andy Griffiths
We designed our album covers, our costumes and our amazing stage shows. Not only would we have a full-size movie screen behind us but Andrew would have a drum kit so large that he would need to get extendable robot arms to be able to reach them all. We also planned out the itinerary for our world tour.
CRIME IN THE CITY BY NEIL YOUNG Story by Markus Zusak
All around me was this rubble, the toaster was over the road – my book was blown to bits – but somehow the oven and my headphones were still intact, and Neil Young (ever the unfuckingkillable – the rock n roll cockroach if ever there was one), was STILL singing…and I still hadn’t got to the best bit
CATTLE AND CANE BY THE GO-BETWEENS Story by John Butler
It’s the middle of winter. Never mind, we’re wearing shorts and thongs. The sky is an unbroken plain of blue. Well, not entirely unbroken. Here and there, a pillar of white smoke plumes from a cane mill.