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 – 2010Whether 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, 1988I’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, 2009We streamed into the MCG that day as strangers from our own streets and towns. We left there, sodden and knackered, but together.
The Stereo Stories Band of writers and musicians during the finale at Williamstown Town Hall. (Absent: writer Nick Gadd, musician Reuben Maskell.) Many thanks to the 2015 Williamstown Literary Festival for the opportunity to present Stereo Stories in concert in the grand Williamstown Town Hall on Saturday evening 13 June. The show featured [...]
Phil was divesting himself of all material possessions, man. Fortunately, I was on hand to help him cleanse himself of the most evil of these things, his LP records.
David Oke Graceland, Memphis, December 2013Before entering the Graceland tour I explained to my sons that we were about to enter holy ground, that there are people here who worship Elvis. “In other words,” I said, “Show some respect.”
Sam Lawry A greasy diner in St Kilda, February 28 1996 The Mississippi, 1992The night darkened further and the last patrons stumbled out, smiling, into it. I felt I’d missed something, a wisp or hint of faith.