Lights On The Hill by Slim Dusty. Story by Stephen Andrew
Stephen Andrew Central New South Wales, circa 1987By the time the bus hit the Queensland border, I was a changed man, hearing things in a new way. It was a conversion of sorts, or perhaps, a mini musical epiphany. From that day on, country music made sense to me.
LIKE A ROLLING STONE by BOB DYLAN. Poem by Craig Kirchner.
We sold our place needed the cash to eat./We were lucky on the street...
LIKE A ROLLING STONE BY BOB DYLAN Story by Colin Ritchie
Colin Ritchie Colac High School, April 1966As always, Form 4B were ready and attentive for Mr Moore when he arrived for class. Mr Moore was our favourite teacher. A groovy with-it guy, up to date with all the latest trends
LIKE A ROLLING STONE. Story by Vin Maskell
“Is that all the man sings? ‘How does it feel?’” Hannah, five years old, is making a play-dough birthday cake. Jesse, nearly three, is drawing a map of the world. I’m podding peas.
LIKE A STONE by AUDIOSLAVE Story by Ali Sipahi
Like A Stone by Audioslave was Ali Sipahi's topic for a Grade Six presentation/show-and-tell. Her teacher and her classmates were taken back a little.
Lili Marlen – Italian version of Stereo Story
Le mie memorie in relazione alla musica di mio padre, ebbe inizio quando avevo circa tre anni. Abitiamo in una casa in affitto durante il periodo del dopoguerra, scarsamente ammobiliata, ma allo stesso tempo dava un senso d’abbondanza.