Bogwoppit had what Shandy Boberts may have balked at describing as a ‘team‘ because it consisted of two other people who actually did things. Shandy would have probably referred to the three people as an army. One was a handyman who was building – and making an unusually good job of it – the studios….
Unsigned, Peeled, Bequivered. A Small Story Of A Local Band: Part 3.
With his management ‘team‘, as Shandy Boberts liked to describe the set up in the box room of his house in Northallerton, in place; an unusually large local following and songs flowing thick and fast in my living room, we were “poised,” as he described it, to start making it into “The Big Time“. …
Unsigned, Peeled, Bequivered. A Small Story Of A Local Band: Part 2.
The timing of The Drummer’s sacking and the recruitment of Moggy was what you might call ordinary. We’d been working towards a date at the end of Hull university’s academic year when they had a festival planned. Demos were being taken in by the organisers in order to establish the lineup and running order…
Woke Gets In Your Eyes. Or The Times, They Are(n’t) A-Changing. Separating Art From Artists.
“Nobody knows what I’m talking about. I’ve got my own life to live. I’m the one that’s gotta die, When it’s time for me to die. So let me live my life the way I want to.” If 6 Was 9 – Jimi Hendrix. I’m into that. Maybe not the word ‘let‘ because you shouldn’t…
The Flaws Of Perception. Or, On The Cis Pension Of Reality.
This post came about after hearing a transgendered person stating in a television interview that, “I want to be perceived as female.” I’d been thinking about perception and reality for some time and this person made me realise something I’d not previously considered. I’d been contemplating the different ways that different people perceive reality and,…
Unsigned, Peeled, Bequivered – A Small Story Of A Local Band – Part 1.
This is the the story of the last real band I was in. I say ‘real’ band because since then I’ve played here and there with bands who play covers at weddings, bar mitzvahs, birthdays and what have you, but I don’t consider those to be real bands. Real bands write their own songs and,…
The Psychogeography Of Everyday Life (In East Yorkshire). Or, How The Homogeneity Of British Towns In The Late 20th Century Created A Crisis In Identity Politics.
This post is about how I think the culture of the world you are born into shapes your adult life and continues to affect the way that you view the world as it inevitably changes around. I say ‘you‘ but I mean ‘me‘, really. The very early 1970s. Middlerabbit is born. A time when the…
Secret Agent (Of Inaction) Man. Or, 1993 – An atypical musical detour.
Agents of action: that’s what psychologists call little kids once they realise that they can have affect their environment. I appreciate that I can and do affect my environment but most of the time any effect I might have on it tends to be unintended because I stymy myself with indecision before I get…
Robinson Muso. Or, What All Musicians Want and How Most Of Them Have No Idea How To Go About Getting It.
“Most people think most pop stars are idiots don’t they? And I agree with them.” Ian Brown, The Stone Roses, 1989. My name is Middlerabbit and, apart from other things, I’m a guitar player. Before I get the bit too comfy between my teeth, I’d like to add one or two things that, as a…
Mormon Your Own Again. Or, Religions and Bums: Part 3.
When I click the ‘publish’ button on this website, it automatically sends a Tweet on, er, Twitter. The last couple of posts here have ‘attracted’ a Jehovah’s Witness or two, apoplectic about my apparent misrepresentation of their joyless religion. That I don’t have my facts straight, how I could have learned the truth had I…
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