Taking music and memoir to Mildura
We're delighted and excited to be hitting the highway and taking our show to a new audience.
By Stereo Stories Admin|2022-08-15T14:00:32+10:00June 22nd, 2022|Latest Stories, Stereo Stories In Concert|1 Comment
Tomorrow night! See you in Williamstown, folks.
Tomorrow evening we are the opening night event of the 2022 Williamstown Literary Festival.
I BELIEVE IN A THING CALLED LOVE by THE DARKNESS. Story by Lauren Alex O’Hagan.
Down came all the posters in my bedroom. Out went my CD collection. All traces of my previous life gone in one fell swoop.
Rugged up and ready for 2022 Willy Lit Fest
Last weekend we rugged up for our penultimate rehearsal for our show on Friday evening 17 June, the opening night event of the 2022 Williamstown Literary Festival.
PICK A PART THAT’S NEW by THE STEREOPHONICS. Poem by Michael Leach
I find myself on my own/in the Forum,/flying solo/at the first gig/I’ve ever dared/attend without a friend.
The Smokie Dawson Appreciation Society
Never in my wildest dreams did I envisage how my short tale(s) would give me such a great rush every time I took to the lectern to share them.
MOTHER AND CHILD REUNION by PAUL SIMON. Story by Maria Haughey.
The burial went quickly. Quicker than planned. The weather turned just before the rosary. A localised storm – affectionately recorded for posterity as Hurricane Maureen – came rolling through.
AT THE DEPOT by RORY GALLAGHER. Story by Paul Dufficy.
I write down everything I know: albums, early bands, band members, famous gigs, instruments played and anything else I could remember. You couldn’t record with a Walkman but I had kept my small cassette player/recorder and now made sure I had new batteries and a clean C90 cassette.
Lucia’s Messy Business book launch
Stereo Stories writer Lucia Nardo launches her novel Messy Business on Thursday evening 12 May at the Newport Library, in Melbourne.
YOU GOTTA DANCE JUST TO KEEP FROM CRYIN’ by THE HIGH NUMBERS. Story by Terry Holland.
The singer, a veneer of too cool for school thinly painted over a pulsebeat of backstreet menace; one misplaced word, one broken bottle, one brick through the plate glass window of Woolworths removed from Reform School, the Firm and a life in and out of Wormwood Scrubs