Old Age
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Putting off what could be done tomorrow, today
Category: music
February 16, 2020
Private mythology
Presumably all obsessions are extreme metaphors waiting to be born. That whole private mythology, in which I believe totally, is a collaboration between one’s conscious mind and those obsessions that, one by one, present themselves as stepping-stones.
September 9, 2018
The wilderness of crowds
It has been a hot, difficult summer and only now can I feel the pressure begin to drop in the air. The darkening skies and the tentative rain are not foreboding, they signal respite from the season before. Autumn is already here for the meteorologists, and not far off for the astronomers. Read the rest of this entry »
February 27, 2018
Dead Flag Blues
Winding my way around the backstreets near Holborn Viaduct I came across a trade entrance to one of the buildings that loomed above me. Read the rest of this entry »
January 25, 2018
I hope I can quickly learn the language
In my early teenage years I would read Melody Maker and listen to John Peel, trying to piece together all this music out there, all this music that didn’t appear on Top of the Pops, that wasn’t piped through the supermarket speakers, that wasn’t in my parents’ record collection. Read the rest of this entry »
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