the aperture of memory… the old photographs don’t contain me – I broke free found my way to anywhere else, to where(ever) I’m meant to be…out on the road taking stock of anything else – no people, no subject, no reason but to be free. That’s always the reason.
when my grandma phoned, I knew something was up – could tell by her voice. She sounded worried. (And she never worried). She asked for dad’s number, she’d forgotten it, wanted to call him; needed to call. I gave her the number and then she said, “thanks. It’s your grandfather, you see. I think he’s […]
I woke up in the middle of the night and turned on the computer. The first thing I saw on social media was the news that Walter Becker had died. That first album of Steely Dan was really something for me. I was a long-haired high school student living in an inland town and it […]
I bought an Elvis Presley compilation record for my mum one Christmas – it was 1987 and so this album was subtitled the “10th Anniversary Commemorative Album”. And it was the first set of Elvis songs I heard. I knew a few of the big, big hits: Hound Dog and That’s All Right Mama and […]
I was 17. Final year of school. I’d done a bit of journalism work for the National Youth Drama School, an ad hoc publicity officer role. Because my interest, at that time, was to move into journalism (I’ve been thinking about moving into journalism ever since then, a silly limbo to be in of course […]
Mr Dompling’s Secret was one of my favourite books when I was young. It told the story of a classical cellist, keen on Mozart. It had themes of overcoming fears, of being comfortable in your own skin – and of course there was music. Lots of music. It was my introduction to classical music – […]
Hello stranger – welcome to this place I didn’t think I knew you but I’ve thought about your face I was single again for the first time in a long while and I know that I wasn’t handling it at all well. It seems you’ve done some things – that only makes it worse I’ve […]