Vin Maskell The Bellbrae hill, 1974Ten words was all my father said about Bob Dylan. Eleven if you count the contraction.
Colin Ritchie Traffic lights somewhere in Melbourne, 2012 Colac, summer of 62/63You could say the pocket transistor radio was the iPod of its day! Everybody had to have one and you felt so groovy walking down the street with it in your hand. Certainly a real status symbol to the youth of my day in my home town of Colac.
Hugh Jones Launceston 1982, Three a.mSub-editors worked as a team and like other nocturnal wildlife we clung together for protection.
Stephen Andrew St Andrews, Victoria, 2 April 2009Inside the music I am offered something like the grace I am going to need if I am to rise again tomorrow and face the fire-blackened landscape of my town.
Stereo Stories' big day out at the Newport Bowls Club on Sunday 19 October was a big success. Eighty fans thoroughly enjoyed the eleven Stereo Stories, plus bonus tracks.
Mickey Randall A laundry in Kimba, September, 1993 (a Tuesday)Stripping precious bushels from the wheat, our voices pranged out across the paddocks. The adult in charge was Coopers Sparkling Ale.
Mark ‘Swish’ Schwerdt Elizabeth High School 1975Dave, Neil, Hammo and Bucko crowded around, ears straining to work out why I was hopping about to to the best 2 minutes and 57 seconds of my life so far.
Fiction by Alicia Sometimes A beach. Aberdare Mountain Ranges, Kenya. Mt Hakone-yama, Japan.Together they spent weeks lifting a woofer on top of the Aberdare Mountain Ranges in Kenya.
Colin Ritchie Colac High School, April 1966As always, Form 4B were ready and attentive for Mr Moore when he arrived for class. Mr Moore was our favourite teacher. A groovy with-it guy, up to date with all the latest trends
Dips O’Donnell Teenage bedroom, Montmorency, early 1980s.The song powered on. It touched everything in the room. Even Clint shifted his stance.