My Desert Island Discs

I've never been very good at listening to music. I'm not a John Peel. I rarely sit in a room on my own, headphones on, listening to albums. I absolutely adore music, though, and it has been as big a part of my life as the need to wear pants. And I do wear pants, … Continue reading My Desert Island Discs

Random access excitement

It hadn't occurred to me that other people don't care. I'd not given a single thought to the fact that, outside the circular wall of my robot-addled brain, additional human beings inhabiting this planet may not give two (or even three) hoots about an impending album release. If you've spent any longer than one minute … Continue reading Random access excitement

Default Rock Star

For about twenty years, I have been playing with myself in the spare bedroom. That's the inevitable, masturbatory-reference-strewn intro over, and one few bedroom producers can escape from. But that's what I have always been, and will continue to be probably for the rest of my life - a knob-twiddling, noise-making producer of music made, … Continue reading Default Rock Star

I’ll have a coke, please

In search of cocktails, we headed for what was apparently quite a trendy night spot in Northampton. I can't quite remember the name, but I don't think my tie is fat enough nor my job title ambiguous enough to be qualified to even say it.¬†Plus, I don't call my wife 'babe', drink MochaChoccaLatteFuckingTastelessMilkyFroth, nor do … Continue reading I’ll have a coke, please