Nirvana live at the London Astoria Lame Fest, Sunday 3 December 1989: Gig ticket-inspired memories from my first ever grunge gig… plus my surprise discovery 36 years later that there exists a photograph with both Kurt Cobain and me in the same frame.
Andrew Weatherall’s death was a truly jolting moment, the saddest of losses. This post is my personal tribute to this musical maverick, this genius gentleman raconteur. I am also honoured to host Tim Scott’s tribute to Lord Sabre.
A short love letter to the divine colour, beauty and joy that music can bring. Plus five records that mean the world to me right now. The divine voice of music Putting our trust in music can only serve to colour and to enrich our lives. This is as true for the musician as it […]
The world is a sadder, poorer place to have lost Mark E Smith, The Fall’s eternal Hip Priest. Here is what Mark E Smith meant to me. I am also pleased to share some words from my friends @brokenbottleboy, Helen Reynolds and Julie Joyce on what he meant to them. “We watched The Fall, too. Weren’t […]
If you had to pick seven songs over seven days, what would they be? I love music so much and I love so much music that this has posed a serious challenge for me*. But after much deliberation, here’s song the first. John Peel. Two words to make the true music fan of a certain […]
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