THAT’S AMORE. Story by Toni Jordan
The lovely chauffeur called the number on the wedding voucher and had a long gesticulating phone conversation in rapid-fire Italian. He hung up, turned to us and said, ‘Documents, she no arrive.’
The lovely chauffeur called the number on the wedding voucher and had a long gesticulating phone conversation in rapid-fire Italian. He hung up, turned to us and said, ‘Documents, she no arrive.’
At this time of the year the Stereo Stories ensemble is usually deep in rehearsals for what has become a cherished annual concert since 2016: our appearance at Write Around The Murray in Albury each September. Alas, this year is different.
The sweaty band tear up the New Jersey night, Clarence in all white and a sleeveless vest. The song lights a fire within.
Unheard music is sweeter. A tongue-in-cheek look at the language of music reviews.
There are 40 Strereo Stories across the two stations. Enough for a double-CD, or a triple album.
It was a bit of an eye and ear opener. Not that I haven’t heard some of those Springsteen songs before, but I wasn’t really listening at the time.
Romantic glances were exchanged, embarrassing dance moves produced, high notes aimed for but never hit.
Flashback to the sixties, people living in the cities you got beatniks crossed with hippies sporting horizontal stripes and small goatees play a jazzy, minor chord, learn to smoke, renounce the lord
Getting my driving licence back was tedious and a bit of an exercise in hoop jumping. But the Marcia Hines tape in the old car was a treat.
We cannot play any gigs at the moment, but we can look back with pride and look forward with hope. Check out our new video clip.