[I'm reposting this from a couple of years back as it's Bob Dylan's birthday today - keep on keeping on. Peace x] Martin Kettle, formally of Stoneyclough but now resident of Penn Beacon, was stood on a table in the Eight Kings. He was taping the fourth corner of a large poster of Bob … Continue reading The Bristol Arm.
"You’re telling me, when you went to church as a kid, you never got an orange with a candle stuck in it?" "An orange?" "Christmas orange." "At Christmas?" "Uh huh. With a candle." "Don't think I ever went to church as a kid." "Hmm. Well, you got this orange, okay, with a candle stuck in … Continue reading No wig, no gig.
Hegemony Piccolo Knives Receipts Portland Bill Postcard From Kreuzberg Jackdaws & Witches * First gig since May. The Surf Cafe in Tynemouth. First on, as I like it. That way you don't have to listen to the other acts & get A) nervous, B) bored C) & D). The Surf Cafe is one of my … Continue reading cassettes @ Surf Cafe
11/08/19. Short on time, the brilliantly monikered Esprit de Corpse finish the evening with a frenetic set. Jarvis is a great frontman, rather like a (more) ghoulish John Cooper Clarke; greasy two-piece, bubble hair, scuffed Cubans, yesterday's eyeliner, candle wax flesh. Bent beneath the polystyrene, he wrings the Telecaster's neck and spit-kisses the mic, "WHYDONCHAKILLME? … Continue reading Run As Fast As You Can, Bear.
It was suggested recently that we could start to wear a tee shirt with the shop name on it. The thought gave me chills. It would, no doubt, be some black polo shirt affair & could, it was suggested, bear our names on it, too. Oh, dear! My face curled. I'm quite an easygoing and … Continue reading Suit & Tie Johns.