SAME ROOM. Song and story by Stephen Andrew.
It was only when I listened back to my song that I realised what it was about.
It was only when I listened back to my song that I realised what it was about.
Suddenly you're in deep water or being pressured out to some cove by a rogue current.
Mum was a practical woman. She expressed her love through deeds. Tender words and demonstrative affection weren’t her strong suit. Particularly at home.
Stereo Stories sends it condolences to friend and colleague Smokie Dawson on the death of his father Eddy this week
I want you to know that meeting you on 26 March 2006 was one of the highlights of my teenage years.
The late flight, the two-hour wait in customs, and 1am arrival still clung to us, but something else clung as well.
Gary wore his hair long and lank, as was customary for young men at the time. He rode a motorbike and played guitar.
We dedicated our performances of Silver Moon in 2022 to musicians and writers who had died in the peak years of Covid, 2020 and 2021.
I watch the funeral on my own, in bed, after recording it. I don’t want to watch it in real time with others around me, the people who don’t understand, who tell me I'm being silly.
Here's a fine piece by Matt Zurbo that covers a lot of ground: work, ambition, festival sabotage, a funeral...