Captain Sensible and I shared birthday drinks at Dingwalls in ’79.

Right on, brother!
As mentioned above by Chiz, there’s also the desperate seeking after ‘victimhood’ which then leads to demand for ‘safe spaces’ and ‘no platforms’ so that the little dears don’t have to be […]

You must have missed Spiceworld’, deram. ‘The Citizen Kane of pop movies’, I believe.

Pale Blue Eyes by VU in Cafe Nero. (also on my restos playlists, as are Zappa and Beefheart)

One thing that struck me, when reading mini’s entertaining thread about The Qietus top albums, was the number of those that appeared to be ‘soundscapes’ with no discernible choons. A few mentions made of ‘early […]

A beautifully written letter –

H.M. EMBASSY
MOSCOW

Lord Pembroke
The Foreign Office
London

6th April 1943

My Dear Reggie,

In these dark days man tends to look for little shafts of light that […]

The Pretty Things, funnily enough, took the dog biscuit.

Even in his relative decline, Elvis could have sold out a month at Wembley Stadium.

Alfredo Di Stefano.
Fred Stephens to his mates.

We’ve become overaccustomed to it, but Elvis Aaron Presley is one hell of a name.

Hazel Irvine and Helen Skelton et al have absolutely perfected the Blue Peter-style of addressing the audience as if we were 8 year olds. This, coupled with their desperately unfunny ‘quips’ and feeble attempts at […]

One revolting innovation we’ve copied from the Yanks is the X Factor-style backstory, accompanied by a soupy soundtrack, so that we can ‘identify’ with our plucky Brit.

The two essential elements required for The King’s rebirth would be a successful stint in rehab to get him clean and sober, immediately followed by sacking ‘Colonel’ Parker, the scumbag who ruined his career and […]

It would be great if his Mum was to be made aware how popular he was and how much he’ll be missed.

Blue Eyes is about 70 years old. I’d thought it was a Willie song until I heard Hank doing it on an Unreleased box set.

Bongo believes likewisethat everything should be released.

You’ll find yourself knocked Out on the Tiles.

Hmm. Not to worry you, but I’ve heard there’s also to be a super-secret meeting, to which you’re not invited, to discuss your ‘iconoclastic’ ravings about Pepper.

How on earth did she afford the peerless Keltner?

Very sad to hear this. I met him regularly the last decade I was in London. Very affable, very cheery, unaffected bloke. He helped a great many people.
I was very late in hearing Warm Jets by Eno and, when I next […]