Blackhawk by Emmylou Harris Story by Alan Attwood
Alan Attwood Las Vegas; March 1996 The song played in my head when I ran at night along a dead straight road in the darkness of the Nevada desert, which was as real as Las Vegas was fake.
Alan Attwood Las Vegas; March 1996 The song played in my head when I ran at night along a dead straight road in the darkness of the Nevada desert, which was as real as Las Vegas was fake.
Shu-Ling Chua New York City, June 2014 As we slip through the inky night, from ferry to bus to my windowless hotel room, I think, I could stop this at any time. I could have stopped this hours ago.
Clare Hennessy Berlin, September 2015 The act of filling a day and encountering the world had left me battered. I rattled to my final, haphazardly selected destination via the U-bahn.
Vin Maskell Local footy ground, Williamstown, Australia Any Sunday morning, 2005 to 2015 We're blokes in our 40s and 50s, jogging around in circles, trying to be teenagers again.
Maria Majsa University of London Union, Malet Street, WC1, 1986 He smiled, stared at his shoes and said Hello. He looked so pale and young. I said Hi in a voice I didn’t recognise.
Hugh Jones Launceston, 1980 From about 10 houses down the street I heard Wrightee’s stereo doing overtime. The windows were wide open and tops were off the beer bottles. A voice with all the class of a freight train crossing points was screaming through the screen door.
Vin Maskell Newport Bowls Club, Melbourne; September 2015 My mind went blank. No recent song titles came to mind. Hardly any album titles either. I found myself grasping at thin air.
It'e easy, especially these days, to blow your own trumpet. But what do other people say about Stereo Stories, particularly the live performances?
Stereo Stories' latest foray onto the stage was a quietly moving one-hour show at Sunshine Library on Saturday afternoon 12 September. Take a look!
What is a 14 year old boy to make of Just Like A Woman? What does he know of fog, amphetamines and pearls? What does he know of standing inside the rain, of dying there of thirst, of a long-time curse?