The seeds of Stereo Stories can partly be traced to a story I pitched to The Big Issue in 2009, four years before I began this website.
I’m watching Dad working on the huge driftwood table he’s been making out of wood that he’s found and dragged home from the beach.
Photo by Eric Algra. Geelong Library 2016. Rijn Collins was part of our very first show, at the Williamstown Literary Festival in 2014. But she wasn't there. Laryngitis. A croaky, very croaky, voice rang to apologise. The band, and a fill-in narrator, performed her very dry, very funny travel story about Jackson by [...]
Despite my stage fright, a dodgy monitor and a handful of fluffed lines, my little trio are sharp enough and together enough to sound OK.
My father's smirk also comes from the fact it's one of the few Neil Young songs I've introduced to him.
Today I heard Vaughn Benjamin was dead. For a moment, I became one perfect bubble, rippling in the light air, bursting its tears on the windows of a loud train.
Even before the idea of children, the words haunted me. A porcelain pure girl who leaves her dolls and her prince and her silly old bear when adulthood corrupts her imagination.
We’re so open to it all it’s no wonder that Friday on My Mind made such an impression. Bowie's version especially.
I’ve been so immersed in music before that I’ve forgotten where the knife ends and my body begins. Sometimes I wear scars of songs that move me; a nick on my finger, a burn on my wrist.
Congratulations to Stereo Stories writer Nick Gadd on the publication of his second novel, Death of a Typographer.