Stephan Fidock, Rest In Peace.
We didn’t always talk about music as I sensed a history there Stephan was keen to let rest, but it was fun when we did.
I LOVE ROCK’N’ROLL by JOAN KIRNER
It is five years since Joan Kirner, former Premier of Victoria, died of cancer. June 1, 2015. 76 years old. Amongst her many interests, Kirner was founding patron of the Williamstown Literary Festival.
Centre stage with Anthony Shortte
Anthony Shortte came into the orbit of The Stereo Stories Band via his high-school mate and fellow musician Peter Maskell. Shorty (as he is commonly known) brought a wealth of experience to our shows, having been part of the original blues trio Collards Greens and Gravy for many years.
DON’T START ME TALKING by PAUL KELLY. Story by David Wilson
...K grabs the axe and she laughs as she splits wood and she laughs as she makes a fire and her blue eyes sparkle with it all and she stands with hands on hips to admire the flames. I’m alongside her with a heartbeat to power a small village. “Sit down, why don’t you? How about some Paul Kelly?”
HALF THE WORLD AWAY by AURORA. Story by Alicia Gadd-Carolan
I didn’t really want to leave this city. But I like going somewhere, and I like leaving a place behind.
FIRE by BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN. COVID-19 tip from Louise Maskell.
What the world needs now is more of this. More sultry men steaming up your computer screen as you scratch out a living in this Covid-19 world.
The Punk collection
Punk? We've got gobfuls of it. Twenty-odd stories.
The Smokers’ seven glorious minutes. Memoir by Earl O’Neill
...we took it down, we took it further up, further down, rolling on the energy, every time a bit more crazy and loose and loud, louder, quieter, louder, and seven minutes in...
HYPERACTIVE CHILD by DEAD KENNEDYS. COVID-19 tip from Stephen Andrew
That night I hung out down the back of the venue because the molten mosh pit at the foot the stage was simply terrifying.
Kalt by Kælan Mikla. Story by Rijn Collins
Their own webpage describes them as a cross between Diamanda Galás and The Birthday Party. I tell a friend they are like Bikini Kill mixed with Joy Division. We’re both correct.