WEEVILS IN THE FLOUR by ROY BAILEY Story by Luke Davies
The afternoon sun came through the west facing window as I tinkered on some project and the radio was glued to Radio National. The radio has served me well after being rescued from a dumpster.
REWIND – Father’s Day at Stereo Stories
Here at Stereo Stories we celebrate Fathers' Day not with gifts of angle grinders and barbecues and golf balls but with stories, a dozen in all.
HEY LITTLE GIRL by ICEHOUSE. Story by Nathan Johnson
Hey Little Girl does not remind me of anybody in particular. But it reminds me of Madrid. It’s what I heard at that moment, when I needed to hear something just like it, when I was between jobs and almost broke.
SUBTERRANEANS by DAVID BOWIE Story by Christopher Hawkes
As soon as the credits rose I would stalk back to the car and play Low on my way home, through the city and immigrant ghettoes, past still clattering factories and silent housing estates, then back onto the dark of the fen to park at a small humpback bridge just outside my village.
CRAWLING by LINKIN PARK Story by Deborah Tayloe
I shed a few tears, wiped them away, and lost myself in the music. Chester Bennington is gone, but his legacy will live on through his music.
EVE OF DESTRUCTION by BARRY McGUIRE Story by David Oke
In the blue cloudless sky something caught my eye. At a really high altitude was something - metallic silver. It was glinting in the morning sun and moving very slowly.
WICHITA LINEMAN by GLENN CAMPBELL Story by Danny Katz
Wichita Lineman means a lot to me. I used to play it for my beloved when we first met: I was trying to impress her with my guitar skills because she didn't seem too impressed by my conversation, my sexual prowess, or my recipe for spicy peanut satay sauce. A tough one to break.
CRAWLING KING SNAKE by ETTA JAMES Story by Rijn Collins
I think of my past snakes, all those blue eyes and banjos over the years, the late night knocks and needs that kept my heart shielded and my eyes always on the door.
A WHITER SHADE OF PALE by PROCUL HARUM Story by Jenny Mitchell
This was Franco’s Spain. The military dictator had brought in laws to limit freedom of association and groups of more than two people were not allowed to gather. We were in constant danger.
ALEXANDRA LEAVING by LEONARD COHEN Story by Vin Maskell
It was a restless, fitful time. At one or two or three in the morning I’d carefully ease out of bed and head for the loungeroom, well away from the sleeping family.