Justin Townes Earle

He was a man-out-of-time. He wrote songs that I wanted to hear. He looked and sounded like an old soul. A troubadour who had been around as long as the greats.  He possessed the talents of those who shared his name. His songs are filled with self reflection and social commentary.  His catalogue is littered…

Strange Currencies

Years ago I sang in a covers band.  It was a good gig, even if I felt that it was a bit limited creatively.  Anyway, we were playing in a University in another town and went for a few drinks beforehand.  Celtic were playing Liverpool in the Uefa Cup.  Looking for a win to progress…

Time Is A Lion

Joe Henry has been a huge part of my musical journey ever since my mate threw a copy of Trampoline my way back in early 2000. His music is powerful, weighty, emotive, and lifting. It’s been there during the not so good times and the best times. I’ve pushed it on friends over the years….

“No one knows how long we’re gonna be here”

I first heard that voice when the Pearl Jam connection led my pal to Brad’s Interiors.  For one reason or another, the album didn’t stick, but I was curious enough to pick up Brad’s first album, Shame, when I saw it a few weeks later.  It was the opening number, Buttercup, that got me.  It…

“The little clock’s stopped ticking now”

I was really pretty gutted to learn of Scott Walker’s passing.  I was aware of, though not familiar with, his Scott albums (and the Walker Brothers Make It Easy On Yourself and The Sun Aint Gonna Shine Anymore), so I bought the Boy Child compilation at the turn of the millennium.  It was really pretty…

Reconnect me to the beauty that I’m missin’

So, I’d been offline for a good couple of weeks, but I dare say you’ll have noticed I’m back.  I moved house, y’see.  We bought ourselves a place that we fell in love with and the change in scenery has been very welcome. The kids are settling and enjoying new surroundings – particularly the wee…

Judas Touch

Bob Dylan, eh?  A poet.  A singer of songs.  An artist.  A thief.  Everyone has their own take on the man.  Their idea of who he is shaped by his music and various articles and books, etc.  Most importantly, they all have their own experiences and their own take on that old ‘what Bob Dylan…

We need to talk about Earthless

Before I delve back into the Flaming Lips led misunderstood reconstruction of Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band, I’m gonna tell you that I have been obsessed by Earthless.  There have been a few times where I’m been consumed by music to a point where genuinely obsessive behaviour comes into play, but I can honestly…

Sleepyhouse: “a shambolic teenage riot”

Sleepyhouse was my first proper band.  We were, as one of our friends put it, “a shambolic teenage riot”.  We were barely proficient with our instruments, with three of us playing ‘seriously’ (I use that term loosely) for a matter of months, while our drummer, Adam, was a very talented guitarist.  As shambolic as we…

Love

Man.  Wednesday was a strange ol’ day.  The boy and I done some Adventuring in the morning.  That involves going for a walk wherever he wants to go.  Like his daddy, he’s taken to trains.  So we tend to go to the station that’s just a couple of minutes from our home and wait for…