Diva really does seem to have vanished from lists/appraisals etc. I love(d) it, and remember getting riled when Alex Cox, maker of some true stinkers, introduced it on his Videodrome slot with utter scorn. That in […]

Silences area so important in the process of truly connecting with another, as opposed to monologue followed by monologue (which social media seems to be to this codger). Bill Yeats hit the n on the h:

We can […]

Thirded, Hurrah! And they did a more than decent, if overwrought, pair from Tell God I’m Here, on The Tube…

Couldn’t agree more. This, from TAOFA captures it all…

‘Can I get a cappuccino ?’
‘Oh, okay. I was going to serve you it, what with that being my job, but if you want to get it yourself, then f****** well be my guest.’

Excellent piece, cheers atcf. Doesn’t make me want to hear any more autotuned twaddle, mind.

Top chap, is Jobbo. I worked with him for a while on telly shows, and in that world he’s as decent a cove as you’ll find. Incidentally, I believe that (a version of) The Armoury Show are supporting The Skids on […]

When Nick Cash (geddit! eh?!) wrote Homicide, I believe he wanted the video to begin with a small girl doing cartwheels in a park. And now his work is done.

Often asked during the Bowie hits tour voting process:
Gnome Or Heroes?

Ringmer Bell (big on the sussex disco scene)

Keith Harris and Orville were partial to a duelling lyric, as I recall.

That was great. Cheers, AD

At around 2-56, Weller and Foxton diverge, as befits the lyric, on Thick As Thieves. I love The Jam, me.

Comic timing dead? Oh, I don’t think so….

I always quite liked ‘Living On The Ceiling’

The Peter Sutcliffe look was always going to work against them.

I actually love live music more now than during my identity-defined-by-what-I-listen-to days.
Like most of the posters above, the idea of partisanship/factions etc is something I dismissed some time ago.

Five, with Space Age Love song and Telecommunication. There’ll be a box set at this rate, with facsimiles of gig tickets and that.

The Thompson Twins are my trigger band, rendering me really quite homicidal. Maybe it was the purloining of their name from the mighty Tintin books; maybe their dour earlier incarnation as a 7 piece had already […]

Queerly enough, I was in a charity shop last week and ‘I Ran’ was being played. It sounded great, and I’m saying there are three other excellent songs, bang in the middle of the OMD/Classix Nouveaux pasture: […]