DAY 81: JEFF…

I was seventeen when I was first introduced to Jeff Buckley. An older, cooler, dude from the cafe I worked in on weekends would lend me stacks of CD’s, of music he thought I should know. One day he he handed me an album with a pretty faced young guy on the front, wearing a…

DAY 44: STOP MAKING SENSE…

I don’t like live concert recordings.  My life revolves around music.And I love the thrill of going to a live show.But watching the recordings of shows I never understood. The audio was never as good as the original recording.The visuals kinds repetitive and boring, not when compared with a glossy, artistic, promo video. And anyway,…

DAY 15: 1001 SONGS: BACK FOR GOOD…

‘1001 Songs’ random pick Take That – Back For Good (1995) Usually with the ‘1001 Songs’ random pick game, I expect to get something obscure that I don’t know. So I’m always a bit surprised when I get something I know so well that I don’t even have to listen to it. Back for Good…

DAY 14: DISHES…

‘A man told me to beware of thirty-three. He said “It was not an easy time for me”. But I’ll get through…’ This is the warning that Jarvis Cocker gave me, when I was fourteen, in Pulp’s song Dishes. Back then 33 felt like an impossibly long way away, but now, after almost 20 years of holding…

Day 4: Record Store…

My record store is small, niche and boutique, but still big enough for an impromptu dance party, to the B-52’s, at 4pm on a rainy Tuesday. The racks are stuffed tight with work-of-art sleeves, sheathed in shiny plastic covers, but we only stock the good shit. Trust me on that. The vinyl arranged not alphabetically,…