DON’T WANNA BE THE ONE by MIDNIGHT OIL Story by David Oke
David Oke Deakin University, Geelong, March 16 1982 We stood on a walkway on the second level of the science building. We could feel the music coming up through our feet.
David Oke Deakin University, Geelong, March 16 1982 We stood on a walkway on the second level of the science building. We could feel the music coming up through our feet.
Jesse Maskell Kansas on the I-70, June 2015 Lorde curls sentimental melodies for forlorn city kids everywhere. I’m high on the sight-binge of famous boring Kansas.
Kath Presdee St John Bosco High School, Engadine; Terms 1 and 2, 1985 For kids who were tentatively discovering their musical pathways it was a revelation. We can sing songs on the radio in choir?
Maria Majsa London, 1985 I used to go for rides with a friend who was a fellow Smiths fan. We stopped at a riverside pub called The Old Ship to order drinks and compare favourite lines and I fell momentarily in love with him.
Stereo Stories kept the audience smiling, and often quietly laughing, during its 45 minute bracket at the Newport Folk Festival on Sunday 5 July. After opening with the dark tension of State Trooper we lightened up with Before Too Long, Smokie Dawson's tale of teenage love and a deal-breaking Paul Kelly song.
The difference in our tastes in music would be the rock our relationship perished on.
Darren 'Smokie' Dawson On the road heading north, any January, 2000 – 2010 Whether it was a longer summer sojourn to Coolangatta, or a Sunday winter's day-trip to Daylesford, it was tacitly accepted, unspoken, that when the key went into the ignition, Our Sunshine was to blast out from the speakers.
Eric Roe Dayton, Ohio, 1988 I’d been trained to find evil in the most innocuous-seeming detail. When it came to music, nothing non-Christian was ever innocent.
Stereo Stories has dipped its toes into the world of Soundcloud, with selected recordings from recent gigs now available for your listening pleasure!
Andrea Gillum Melbourne Cricket Ground, Saturday, March 14, 2009 We streamed into the MCG that day as strangers from our own streets and towns. We left there, sodden and knackered, but together.