RED RIVER SHORE by BOB DYLAN. Story by Colin Ritchie
There are four different versions of Red River Shore on the Fragments boxed set, and they are all absolute classics.
WAITING FOR MY REAL LIFE TO BEGIN by COLIN HAY. Story by Bill Arnott.
When my age reached a suffix of teen, I worked after school. Had disposable income. Or rather, had income, and disposed of it. Spent it on records, then cassettes and a Walkman.
WEIR by KILLING HEIDI. Poem by Michael Leach.
We are two writers and performers of verse born in regional Victoria back in ’83, two people who are now pushing 40, who are now moving even further from youth radio station Triple J’s target demographic.
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.