I started writing this because I enjoy writing about records I’m enjoying at the time. I often don’t really know what I think about anything until I start writing it down because I can’t type as fast as I can think, and slowing down my thoughts helps me pay attention to them, because otherwise I…
Tag: Spiders
Indie Moans And The Raiders Of The Pop Charts. Or, ‘Don’t Pop’: How The Stone Roses Killed Indie And The Problem With Populism.
In my youth, if I was anything, I was an indie kid. In reality, I probably listened to more music from the 1960s than I did modern (for the time) indie music. And the reason that, of all the new music that was being released at that time, I chose to listen to indie…
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…
A Ploggy Went A-Courting. Or, Ice Cold In Alex.
I first met Ploggy in Spiders. He went with a gang of about ten or fifteen kids from the sixth form college he attended. I was still going with my workmate Sarah at that point. I first started talking to that group of people after finding that one of them – Dave – danced as…
Shitting (about) On The Dock For A Day (per month).
I’ve said that after I left school, I had a few full time jobs before I went to university. They all had their good points, but I think I probably had the most fun at Trading Standards. There was quite a variety of things that we had to do and I didn’t do most of…
Highbrow Fidelity. And Death.
Years ago, Hull was snowed under with second hand book and record shops. Not anymore, although it’s still better than a lot of places I visit. One of the main ones was called Sheridan’s and it was on Anlaby Road, not the number one salubrious area in the city. Sheridan’s sold books and records and…
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