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.
WEIR by KILLING HEIDI. Poem by Michael Leach.
We are two writers and performers of verse born in regional Victoria back in ’83, two people who are now pushing 40, who are now moving even further from youth radio station Triple J’s target demographic.
Welcome to Stereo Stories
Welcome to Stereo Stories
Above: The Stereo Stories Band of writers and musicians will be playing at
Newport Bowls Club on Sunday 19 October, 2pm. Details below.
Take a song, a place and a time, and you may well have a Stereo Story: a short memoir inspired by a piece of music.
Stereo Stories are about pop and country and jazz and rock, about love and family and humour.
Stereo Stories are about punk and metal and folk. About school and life and love and grief.
And always about being a fan.
Welcome aboard.
WELL I WONDER by THE SMITHS. Photo essay by Maria Majsa
I don’t feel the need to bump a Smiths track when it comes up on shuffle, for no-one can tear asunder what Morrissey and Marr put together all those years ago.
WEREWOLVES OF LONDON by WARREN ZEVON. Story by Vin Maskell.
I’m hoping there are no latecomers, no stragglers, because I want to hear as much of this song as I can. The chorus, though, catches me off-guard.
WESTGATE by MARK SEYMOUR. Story by Chris Phillips
Grandpa never forgot what he saw. He told me years later that he thought the Mobil Refinery on Francis St must have exploded.