The OzMusic collection
The careers of many musicians featured in our OzMusic stories would have been shaped in one way or another by Michael Gudinski.
DOWNTOWN. Story by Jacinta Harper
The nurse had downloaded the lyrics to Downtown, probably in exasperation at our feeble yet frequent attempts. Finally, we sang the song in its entirety.
The Fig Tree Replanted by Arnold Zable
We are a nation of Indigenous peoples and immigrants, a new world with an ancient past, a land of many melodies
INIS OÍRR Story by Paul Bateman
Now here I am, in a country town, in a pub of good spirit, in a song without end, in the company of people content to play their role, with the ghost of Walt Whitman hovering at my side.
DIAMONDS AND RUST album by JOAN BAEZ. Story by Vin M
Like a million fools before me, and a million more to come as sure as night follows day, I leave my virgin emotions unspoken, expecting osmosis to be a go-between.
BETWEEN THE BARS by ELLIOT SMITH. Letter by N.T. McQueen
Intention often gets forgotten when it comes to art and all that remains are interpretations. How others remember our insides in music or words or pictures is what survives time.
CENTRE STAGE Williamstown Literary Festival
A bloke had a vague notion. The Williamstown Literary Festival turned it into a reality.
The Mental Health collection
It is a source of quiet pride – and privilege - that nearly a dozen contributors to Stereo Stories have entrusted their accounts of mental health with us.
GREENSLEEVES (and ice-cream vans)
Greensleeves is the sound of anticipation. The sound of promise and summer. The sound of hot days. The sound of ice-cream on your tongue, melting over your fingers, dripping onto your toes.
DON’T LET THE SUN CATCH YOU CRYING & WALK HAND IN HAND. Poem by Cathy Brigden
No shaking shoulders and no audible sobs for this public crying needs to be invisible for the grief mask to be effective. "Don’t let the sun catch you crying", sings Gerry with his Pacemakers.