My latest contribution to the Eulogize This wagon:
I’m having the same conversation over and over again at the moment. I find myself talking about whether people consider themselves extroverts or introverts. I do it so often that extroverts get emotionally drained talking to me, and thus become introverts. It’s a gift. Continue reading
I like your twisted point of view, Stephin…
I’ve always viewed Sidmouth Folk Week in the way that the author of Das Kapital saw history, and the author of Mein Kampf saw life: as a virtuous struggle.
You camp a mile or two up the hill, and you get to and from the town (where 95% of all the music is happening) by a bus. The bus service is good, but still… once you go into town you can’t really just nip back to your tent. So you need to bring everything with you: instruments, your own food if you can’t afford to keep eating out, sunglasses, swimming trunks, umbrella, GoreTex weather gear, defibrillators, the usual English summer stuff. And whilst I have long appreciated (as a Sidmouth veteran of many years) that this makes me a better human being, it does have the negative side-effect of making me not quite be arsed to do anything much after about 11am.
And then a friend told me an extraordinary secret. Continue reading
My new favourite film:
(Who was neither, but I’m just being deliberately oblique.)
When I was around 20 I studied popular music at Liverpool University, and I first learnt about Punk. I’d been aware of it for years, but never really got it. So I learnt about the New York Dolls and Television and CBGBs, and the Damned and Souixie and the Banshees and the Sex Pistols. And I learnt about Sid Vicious and Nancy Spungeon. Sid and Nancy. Continue reading