I’ve written nothing for over a week. This is not a good sign. I mean, I may be working from home but that doesn’t mean I should just put writing on the back burner altogether. I would like to be able to tell you what I do for a living but I doubt you’d be […]Read More Notes from the back line.
This is the problem with not doing so much during the day. You get rusty, and though it hasn’t been ages since my last post it still feels like ages. This is also the problem with every day bleeding into the next until for all you know you’ve been living in a hole in the […]Read More Just forget about Yesterday.
I won’t be hurt if you don’t bother reading this. Among the handful of truly great books about popular music sits a collection of writing by Nick Kent, once the top of the food chain in British music journalism and a writer of rare talent. There are few to match him; Stanley Booth, maybe […]Read More The Coronavinyl Revival: The second half of The Rolling Stones.
I reckon I must no a lot more than wot the WHO nos. You no the WHO. Not the band wots called the WHO but that bunch of doctors and whatevers who get all ladeeda and bang on about loads of stuff about healf and stuff like that. They no fuckin nuffin if you ask […]Read More Tell you wot……
To celebrate my 300th post I am going to give you a present: my recipe for carbonara. I’m no cook but I can rustle together a few things. I can make chicken taste better with mustard, chilli flakes and honey. I can do something very salty but quite yummy with salmon, soy sauce, chilli flakes […]Read More The gift of carbonara.
It must be happening any minute now, I reckon. I mean, we’ve had to wait quite a while as it is, so surely now’s as good a time as any? Frankly if it doesn’t happen soon then its all being a bit irresponsible. It’s like a divorced dad saying he’s going to pick his kids […]Read More The Karate Kid vs Coronavirus.
Whether you like it or not collecting music is generally speaking man territory. It’s not that women can’t or won’t collect music, it’s just that generally speaking most large gatherings of music on any physical format tend to be guarded over by les hommes. Go into any record shop and feel free to prove my […]Read More The Coronavinyl Revival: On George Harrison.
We’re slumped on the sofa. In our house. We like our little house. We’ve just come back from a 10.5 km walk. It was meant to be 9 km but we’re hard as fuck, so we extended it. As the weeks go on we have decided to embark on ever lengthening walks to keep us […]Read More More than just a compass point.
Is it Part 4 already? Well I never. If ever you needed some guidance it’s now. According to those who do the adding up the most streamed song from 1999 is ‘Dancing In The Moonlight’ by Toploader. This is a song distinguished purely by its own complete mastery of awful. It is the musical equivalent […]Read More The Coronavinyl Revival. Part 4.
Oh, the news. It giveth with one hand and taketh away with the other. I am hooked on the BBC but that doesn’t mean I think they’re anything special. You have to take what you’re given. Those neighbours I get the paper for are lovely, lovely people but they read The Daily Mail; I don’t […]Read More On the cutting edge of the crisis.