Nb: if you’ve arrived because you’re under the impression that you can read about Scott Walker’s song, The World’s Strongest Man, you’re not going to get what you want here. However, there is a page devoted to that and other songs of his here. “I had a really bad dream. It lasted 20 years, 7…
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The Gift Of The Fab(s). Or, Here Comes The Son(s Of God, allegedly): Why The Beatles Are Underrated.
When I wrote the last post, about The Stone Roses’ Second Coming debacle, I mentioned that I felt I might have been a bit hard on them and possibly I might do well to redress the balance of having a big old moan by being enthusiastic about something for a change. As it is, I’m…
Tense Tory Love Songs, The Stone Roses’ Second Coming. Or, Great Gestations.
I’ve written a couple of posts about The Stone Roses before, and they’ve mainly been celebratory which is right because they were important to me at that formative age. I’ve mentioned that I might write about how I went off them but I’ve been putting it off because, well, it seems a bit harsh. You…
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…
Goethe Hell! Or, If You Don’t Know Ennui By Now.
“Know thyself? If I knew myself I would run away.” Goethe. I love Goethe because it’s The Sorrows of Young Werther that I turned to whenever I was returned to Dumpsville: population Middlerabbit. There’s nothing like a bit of self-pity and moping, is there? Not that this is about being dumped again because it’s not….
MiddleRabbiting 