Finger Pointing Songs: part 1. Like A Rolling Stone. Or, Bob Villain?

The idea that there are only about – depending on who you believe – three, five, seven or however many basic story plots that have ever existed is always being bandied about.  Reductionism isn’t difficult – I don’t know why they don’t go further and say that there’s only one: somebody does something.  The same…

I’m Sticking With Lou. Or, Velvet Common Ground.

The Velvet Underground can’t have invented everything.  Even though sometimes it seems a bit like they did. They can’t have because they only started putting records out in 1967 and, by that time, The Beatles’ Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band had been released and The Beatles had already invented everything.  Well, not everything maybe,…

Dave: A Prayer. Or, The Tragedy Of (Steven) King Fear.

  This post is about the best friend I ever had.  That and fear.  We’re not mates anymore because he doesn’t want to know and I don’t really blame him.  It’s also about the usual sorts of things I write about: being confused; being stupid; not knowing how to put things right; not knowing how…