FEAR AND TREMBLING by GANG OF YOUTHS. Fiction by Sean Mortell.
A rollercoaster through yourself. The rain monotonously pounds on the floor-to-ceiling window, obscuring the twinkling lights of the city. Murmurs disperse across the room...
CENTRE STAGE The library concerts
Given the literary aspect of Stereo Stories and the embracing, innovative nature of libraries, one should not be surprised that libraries have hosted quite a few of our concerts
ALABAMA SONG (WHISKEY BAR) by THE DOORS Story by Madeleine Maccar
His closest friends at the time were those people who excel at throwing those parties that spill out of an artist's canvas of a house and should only exist as an amphetamine slideshow held together by ragged descriptions in Brett Easton Ellis novels.
ALL OR NOTHING AT ALL by VINCE JONES. Story by Nick Gadd
It would be overstating it to say that we came to Melbourne because of Vince Jones. But it didn’t hurt that you can find performers of his calibre there.
DOG DAYS ARE OVER by FLORENCE + THE MACHINE. Story by Steven Joyner
In that final hour, I felt compelled to dance. I’ve never been a dancer, nor have I ever truly felt the inclination, but suddenly, I felt the desperate need to stand up and flail around my bedroom like a madman.
DAYDREAMER by TROPHY EYES. Story by Samantha Lee Currran
Dreaming made the emptiness I felt less demanding, but there was a hole inside of me. The Trophy Eyes song helps me find my way.
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.
SUMMER OF SORCERY by LITTLE STEVEN ft THE DISCIPLES OF SOUL. Story by Vin M
We’ve never emailed each other. We don’t need Facebook to be friends. We hardly text each other. And then, on the eve of another summer, you tap into your phone...
THE BOOK OF LOVE by THE MAGNETIC FIELDS. Story by Jane Leonard
Songs have been there for me when people haven’t. In the breadth of its short verses, it contains moments that capture everything I have loved about love and have been lucky enough to experience.
BACK TO THE TRACK by SHANE HOWARD. Story by Vin M
I’d heard that he might be up this way. Somewhere. ‘Heard that after the band had fallen apart he had headed north. But how far north?