(Get) Back To School. Or, How The Beatles (Didn’t) Split Up In 1969.

“… it wasn’t a happy time. It said(on the back of the sleeve) it was a ‘new-phase Beatles album’ and there was nothing further from the truth. That was the last Beatles album and everybody knew it.” Paul McCartney, November 1971 I thought it would be good to go out, the shitty version, because it…

My Nonny’s Dead. Tolerable Folk Music Part 3: Anne Briggs.

In my house, Anne Briggs is the aural equivalent of Marmite. Which, in itself, is unusual because mostly, even though the three of us currently living here have differing tastes in music with some overlap, mostly we’re not inclined to get too uppity about each others’ tastes that don’t tally with our own. Well, that’s…

This Be The Curse. Or, We (Don’t) Mean It, Maaaan.

First things first: I’ve realised that my waffling has been getting worse, not better.  When I first pressed what WordPress laughingly call the “publish” button, it was about 12,000 words long.  About “normal” for me these days. And I got sick of reading it.  As it was about my big deal, I thought I’d have a…