When you are on the other side of the world, the things that you took for granted take on a different importance, the things you'd forgotten come crashing back and the things that you love amplify themselves to a fever pitch! However, not everything is beautiful, not everything is great and not everything can be forgiven. Such is the life of a Flâneur...
Wednesday, 20 January 2021
Day in the life...
Tuesday, 19 January 2021
What is the point of music? - Part 1
I remember when I suppose I was about 10 and beginning to take note of the music and the charts. This burgeoning interest was fuelled in part by an awakening driven by two things: Top of the Pops & Girls. Girls liked music, I liked girls; ergo I like music. Simple.
Things were complicated by the fact that the chart stars of the day were androgynous and confusing chaps(?) like Marc Bolan & David Bowie. Even grown up bovver boys Slade dressed a bit bloody weird. Anyway, girls liked musicians more than they liked footballers. So, whilst not turning my back on 'the beautiful game', I needed to become a musician. No problem.
All you need is a tennis racket, some cardboard, sellotape, marker pen and some string. Within an hour I had knocked up a 'Fender Slazengercaster' - it was mint! Of course, it didn't make a sound, at least nothing like Bolan's riff to 20th Century Boy. More of a dull pfft - but hey I'm only interested in miming, like they do on 'Top of the Pops'.
Guitar - done!
What to wear next? And this is where the wheels started to come off. I enlisted my mum in this tricky transformation from 10 year-old sporty schoolboy to POPSTAR. Unfortunately, I chose to style myself on the front man out of 'Wizzard', Roy Wood. Even now I cringe at the ham-fisted attempts to make myself look like Mr Wood - who much later I came to realise was a very talented musician (especially in The Move). A combination of make-up, back combing, assorted dressing gowns and other odd bits and pieces and the look was complete. I took one look in the upstairs full length mirror and was horrified!
What is the point of music?
I flung the Slazengercaster down, scraped the make-up off and put my Chelsea kit back on. If dressing up like a right berk was what being a popstar was all about, then count me out. I think it took a full three and a half years for me to even listen to music again....
And then The Jam came to town!
Monday, 18 January 2021
Day in the life...
The End of Days
Friday, 1 January 2021
Thursday, 31 December 2020
The things I miss about England blog
Day in the life
-- 'Greensleeves',
the sound of a late
Sunday, 20 December 2020
Day in the life...
Thursday, 17 December 2020
Day in the life
Tuesday, 15 December 2020
Day in the life...
Sunday, 6 December 2020
Day in the life...
-- Floating
above life.
Friday, 4 December 2020
Day in the life
Wednesday, 2 December 2020
Day in the life...
Black Flame
Tuesday, 1 December 2020
Medway Man
He is neither innocent or guilty. He is Billy Childish (amongst other names).
Today is his birthday.
Best wishes.
Photo by Anna Huix/Contour by Getty Images
Saturday, 28 November 2020
Memories of The Dirt Box and UK Clubbing in the 1980's
I had the pleasure to chat with Rob Milton (The co-founder and original DJ) of The Dirt Box on Wednesday 25th Novemberon my weekly radio show London Calling on Sydney station 2RRR (88.5FM and www.2rrr.org.au). If you'd like to hear some fine music and funny memories. Why not click the link below.
Friday, 27 November 2020
Day in the life...
Thursday, 26 November 2020
Day in the life...
-- In an out
the Soundsytems
heaven bound
spirals of smoke
curried goat and Sensi
The 10 o’clock
from the coast
to the shadow
of the Westway
-- Red Stripe
and Daisy.
The long fringe,
flowers, sinuous.
-- Gin, Bitter lemon
and Daisy.





















