Nick Cowling Driving in Hoppers Crossing, a Thursday afternoon. August 2011That day I realised that I can still listen to metal and that I don’t need to be a music fascist and devote myself to only one genre.
Stephen Andrew Student hostel, West Geelong 1982I didn’t get a Mohawk, nor cut up and safety pin my clothes. I kept my phlegm to myself. I was a part-time punk.
Above: The Stereo Stories Band of writers and musicians will be playing at
Newport Bowls Club on Sunday 19 October, 2pm. Details below.
Take a song, a place and a time, and you may well have a Stereo Story: a short memoir inspired by a piece of music.
Stereo Stories are about pop and country and jazz and rock, about love and family and humour.
Stereo Stories are about punk and metal and folk. About school and life and love and grief.
And always about being a fan.
Welcome aboard.
Craig Johnston Pantages Theater, Los Angeles, 1987"It’s too loud,” she cried at a Little Feat concert. I knew immediately my marriage was destined for collapse.
Stephen Andrew The Gershwin Room, The Esplanade Hotel, St Kilda, February 2013Three or four times, as promised, Julia Zemiro makes mention of the neck brace. It’s become a prop, a point of identification, a punch line.
Stefan Schutt Reservoir 2012, Paris 2013South Morang is the centre of the civilised universe.
Alyson Miller Snowy Mountains Highway, New South Wales, 2009You lean in to kiss my collarbone, murmuring the chorus line, and it is in this moment that we hit something hard and the CD skips.
Lisa Jewell Loungeroom, Clarinda, Melbourne 1982Mrs Rainer was a tyrant with a vacuuming fetish. She would make me take my shoes off before even looking at the carpet.
Aimee Knight Mary St / Electric Avenue / Wuthering Heights, Adelaide, 2012 – 2014A proverbial banshee was born this morn and for her, we re-dub this oft-cursed cottage ‘Wuthering Heights’.
Lucia Nardo Fire-place, Melbourne, July 1993The thick door of my home couldn’t protect me from that winter’s chill. Icy wind whistled between the jambs and into the house.