BOB THE KELPIE by DON SPENCER. Story by Kate Foulds.
The waitress began to fuss over our beautiful dog before telling us us her husband, Mark, played banjo on a song called Bob The Kelpie.
WESTGATE by MARK SEYMOUR. Story by Chris Phillips
Grandpa never forgot what he saw. He told me years later that he thought the Mobil Refinery on Francis St must have exploded.
WHEN YOUR LOVE IS GONE by JIMMY BARNES. Poem by Michael Leach
Michael Leach recalls hearing a Jimmy Barnes song, 30 years apart.
I’M STAINED by THE SUPERJESUS. Limerick by Michael Leach
Michael Leach pens a limerick about a Superjesus guitar pick.
NOW AND THEN by THE SUPERJESUS. Prose poem by Michael Leach
On a fresh midmorning, I alight my bus at the east end of Adelaide’s CBD and proceed to speed walk along cracked concrete, as The Superjesus’s track ‘Now and Then’ begins on my iPod.
NEVER TEAR US APART by INXS. Prose poem by Michael Leach.
I listened as Kirk opened up about his former bandmate and my namesake, Michael: a man who, much like me, was a shy kid yet, much unlike me, became a global rock star.
MY PAL by GOD. Story by Rijn Collins
It’s a classic punk song; raw, revelatory and raging. The Guardian claims it’s “one of the best singles ever made by anyone, anywhere, anytime”.
CAPRICORN DANCER by RICHARD CLAPTON. Story by Scott Hoffman.
She shared her name with the character in Blue Bay Blues so perhaps that is how Richard’s 1978 album Past Hits And Previews became the soundtrack to our summer afternoons.
CENTRE STAGE Eric Algra, and Rock’n’Roll City
Stereo Stories photographer Eric Algra is currently putting the finishing touches to a wonderful collection of photographs that are to be published in a new book, Rock ‘n’ Roll City.
D.C. by DIED PRETTY. Story by Kate Foulds
Over the course of the year Arijana and I saved countless bus fares hitching a ride to uni in the green Volvo, chatting away, distracting the driver who ran the odd red light.