It’s February which means dull January is over for another year, we’ve made it through the worst of winter, Brexit has happened and for better or worse there is a sense that life is settling into a normal routine. It makes December and the festive season feel like ancient history. Thinking back on my Christmas … Continue reading London’s Calling
Regular readers will notice I write a lot about going to gigs. Living in London provides ample opportunity to see acts live and I can never let a performance of a favourite band/artist or a newly discovered talent pass by, despite the groans from my credit card. Music has always meant a lot to me; … Continue reading A Classic Reaction
I tried to stand next to a tall person last Friday; thinking that I could secure a little bit of space around me with others less likely to attempt to push in and risk their view being obscured. My plan worked for all of 10 minutes when a group of friends in front of me … Continue reading Numan’s R(e)volution
A favourite destination of mine in Cape Town is Kirstenbosch Botanical Gardens. Open spaces, immaculately maintained natural vegetation and a tree top walkway providing incredible views over the city, all at the base of one of the world’s most famous mountains; a perfect place for education and energising one’s soul. Concerts are also held there in … Continue reading Garbage in the Gardens
A couple of years ago I attended a unique screening of Bjorn Tagemose’s Gutterdammerung at the Palladium which included, among the plethora of rock star cameos, an excellent sequence featuring Jesse Hughes of the Eagles of Death Metal (EODM). He looked familiar to me, and while I’d heard of the band, I wasn’t too familiar with … Continue reading Making a Bang!
I remember feeling a bit lost joining a queue outside a venue called Revolution I’d never been to in a town I’d just arrived in for my first and only visit. A friend and I had just been driven to Fort Lauderdale from Delray Beach by a colleague for a once in a lifetime opportunity, … Continue reading My Own Revolution
Camden felt oddly quiet last Friday evening. Nestled into my seat I could hear my neighbour softly singing along to Under Pressure and I admonished myself for stifling that same urge. I was in a surprisingly comfy seat behind mixing desks (oddly with images of Napoleon Dynamite on their screens) with a soft blue light washing … Continue reading People Have The Power