Heaven by Bryan Adams
Phil Dimitriadis Northern suburbs, Melbourne, July 1985My first real kiss was a cheap tequila breath away.
Phil Dimitriadis Northern suburbs, Melbourne, July 1985My first real kiss was a cheap tequila breath away.
Hugh Jones Wrest Point Casino, Hobart, 1982“I’m sure I could arrange it,” I said to Don McLean, without any idea where to find a horse, let alone ride one.
Cassandra Atherton Southern Kisses: A backyard in Slidell, Louisiana, 1982It was the music he heard first. Something about smelling the moon in her perfume.
Fiction by John Weldon Traffic lights, Melbourne. September 2010It was completely meaningless, totally shallow and absolutely without any relevance to anything going on in my life. Perfect.
Kerrie Soraghan Pool room, Deer Park, 31 October 1982On Saturday mornings Dad always sang along loudly to Song Sung Blue on our tinny stereo: mortifying in the extreme to a teenage daughter full of her own pretensions
Pull up a chair, pour a cup of tea and listen to the 20 minute Stereo Stories segment broadcast on Radio National on Monday evening 21 July, 2014.
Ian Carpenter Ferguson St, Williamstown 1962At home the Oklahoma soundtrack would not get a look in as the battle to control the family radiogramme had begun.
Stephen Andrew High school quadrangle, Melbourne. Lunchtime, 1975On my fourteenth birthday my best mate, Peter, presented me with two gifts, one of which I still hold close to my heart.
Fiction by Stephen Kimber A country town, outside a dance, night.Out of pure ignorance I'd done something right. She smiled at me.
That first summer I heard about the girl from the Red River Shore I felt a little better, if a little sadder, about the world.