This Charming Man by The Smiths
Maria Majsa University of London Union, Malet Street, WC1, 1986He smiled, stared at his shoes and said Hello. He looked so pale and young. I said Hi in a voice I didn’t recognise.
Maria Majsa University of London Union, Malet Street, WC1, 1986He 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, 1980From 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 2015My 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?
Fathers and fatherhood are universal themes.Here at Stereo Stories we celebrate Father's Day 2015 not with gifts of angle grinders and barbecues and golf balls but with stories, ten in all.
Maria Majsa Auckland, New Zealand, early 1970s Western Springs College, Auckland 2012Inheritances run in families like a seam through generations; swallowed hopes and ambitions which sometimes find their full expression decades later.
Luke R Davies Blacktown, New South Wales, 1986It was hairs standing up and goose bumps time. I am an atheist and this was as close to a religious experience I was ever going to get.
Rick Kane Northcote, Australia July 2015 London July 2010Vicki and I scan the north side of the river, trying to imagine what window of what flat Ray Davies peered out to look at people swarming like flies down below. Is he looking at us now?