We’re going to Berlin in the morning, but I shan’t baffle on about that until I came back. You’ll be bombarded with photos upon our return. But more important than our jollies is the gig we’ll be going to next weekend. Olde Time Religion, hosted by The Springtime Anchorage, who I’ve mentioned before here, are hosting it on 10th March at the Zanzibar, Liverpool. I don’t need to tell you how boss a night it’ll be, but I will: IT’LL BE BOSS. So if any of you are north-west heads, I suggest you get down there, not least to see our new friends, The Wellgreen (who can also be found here and here, JUST SAYIN’). Get onto me with all those links. See you then, but in the meantime, tschüs!
Category Archives: music
your ears are full but you’re empty, holding out your heart
I worked from home today. I could certainly get used to that. You know, wake up whenever, get up/dressed, get the coffee machine on, blitz through what needs doing, then the rest of the day is mine/the world is an oyster/anything goes. Once I’d finished my work today, I went to town, had a bit of a saunter, bought some food for dinner, sauntered on home, tidied, ironed, cooked. And now I’m here, with or without a glass of wine (you decide), a sleepy boy in my midst (he gets up early for that thing they call work), with my headphones blasting me out a bit of the nineties. Lovely. Shame I’ve got to actually go to work tomorrow. Whoever thought of that.
hold you again. kiss you again. my love is solid as a rock.
I’m not a very video person. But since this is just so perfect, I couldn’t not. Honestly, this is the stuff of top tens. Everything about this song is what I love. It would be perfect in a field with a pint of cider. It would be perfect if my boy was singing it. It would be perfect in a club, dancing my socks off. So, enjoy.
in the citrus sucking sunshine, i don’t care, you’re not all there
Today, I got my hands on a Stone Roses ticket. Of course, it was not without tears or tantrums (I’ve been to Glastonbury five times and have never successfully got my own ticket). Obviously, luck wasn’t going to go my way this time either and I’m not going on the day I wanted. But I’ve gradually started to see through that disappointment and the butterflies have landed.
This is one of those musical moments I never thought I’d have. Up there with Bob Marley (yeah, yeah, I know, but I can dream). The Stone Roses have had such a massive impact on my musical life. Their self-titled album is in my top five. In terms of accomplishment and sublimity, it probably tops the lot. And coming from the fussiest person ever, that really is saying something. Until then, Roses.
i look at the world and i notice it’s turning
A cheeky bit of morning rugby. Then to work. Then I’m off out later. Fancy nancy. Oh, and speaking of fancy, those of you who follow me on twitter will be aware that I got my hands on an iPhone 4s yesterday (I may or may not have queued). It’s beyond fancy. Hopefully it’ll improve the quality of my blog photos (8 mega pixels – what are YOU sayin’). Watch this space! But for now, I’ll let George do the talking.
hello darkness, my old friend
because a vision softly creeping,
left its seeds while i was sleeping;
and the vision that was planted in my brain
still remains, with the sound of silence.
narrow streets of cobblestone.
‘neath the halo of a streetlamp,
i turned my collar to the cold a damp,
and my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
that split the night
and touched the sound of silence.







