LIDO SHUFFLE by BOZ SCAGGS. Story by David Barton
Which record could hold our story, and become the beating heart of our home, but never play its music again?
BAT OUT OF HELL by MEATLOAF. Story by Courtney Mason
Our excitement aligned with the rebellious lyrics and feverish tempo. We were soaring over suburbia on a raised cable bridge freeway. Over eager and full of adrenaline we had no idea where we were or how to navigate the dense city thoroughfare.
ROCKARIA by ELECTRIC LIGHT ORCHESTRA. Story by David Oke
There were only so many times you could listen to Hurricane, Just Like a Woman, Lay Lady Lay and lots of other songs before the tape ended, was turned over and you get it all again. This went on for about three days.
DISCO DEEWANE by NAZIA HASSAN. Story by Paul Dufficy.
As we made our way north through Rajasthan to Delhi the song was everywhere. There was no escape. Sometimes I would shudder to consciousness late at night, sweat drenched and hysterical, as Disco Deewane played endlessly in my head.
Innocent Man by Billy Joel. Story by Cher Finver, with The Stereo Stories Band
Listen to Cher Finver of Nevada narrate her story about Innocent Man, backed by The Stereo Stories Band.
LOST IN YESTERDAY by TAME IMPALA. Story by Madeleine Maccar
I worried the distance would be a death sentence as I found myself alone in my best friend’s mostly empty new living room, 1681 miles from any possibility of weeknight concerts, impromptu G&Ts and sushi, Galentine’s Day, movie marathons, holiday gatherings, city adventures, beach birthdays, and drop-everything post-tragedy afternoons of comfort TV.
AN INNOCENT MAN by BILLY JOEL. Story by Cher Finver
I wish a few Billy Joel songs did not torture my soul, but songs are a time machine.
RAGGED WOOD by FLEET FOXES. Story by Bernhard Sayer
The songs invited me to sing again. And I realised through that two-week journey, that that was what had gone missing.Â
HANNAH HUNT by VAMPIRE WEEKEND. Story by Mickey Randall
Hannah Hunt opens in a seascape. A gentle, pretty song, it initially glides in that ethereal space between sleeping and waking. There’s a quietness, an almost meditative quality to the music that maybe mirrors our narrator’s quest for peace.
GOING TO CALIFORNIA. Poem by Bill Arnott
day one and two Zep II, day three and four Zep IV, four sticks/ the ciggie slim-jims keeping company with Bonham fills of tom-tom