McCabe’s Guitar Shop, Santa Monica
It just looked like a normal music shop selling an eclectic mix of musical instruments. It was across the road from the hotel on Pico
It just looked like a normal music shop selling an eclectic mix of musical instruments. It was across the road from the hotel on Pico
This post was written before the results of the Presidential Election in the USA: I am sitting at the dining room table. It’s late afternoon. Thanks to
It would have been the summer of 1980. This is one of those moments I think we all have, when a piece of music becomes
#WorkingOutLoud … a note taken from Evernote, which I produced recently. This is one of a series of ideas for developing new material over a
On Friday I publicised the release of an album through Bandcamp. It comprised 15 tracks, using spoken word and music. The words come from “Blue:
A really short blog post today just to answer the question. I hope I am not too old, as Wednesday was the day when I
Can a year be a specific colour? Is this some sort of synaesthetic experiment? Well, not exactly. I have written several posts about BlueWater Books
It’s been a long time since that first time when I heard the music of Brian Eno and was completely captivated – and there began
I’m taking you back a bit here. More than a decade, I think. It was the opening of a Borders store near where I lived
If I said to you that a performance comprising a string quartet plus a folk band with two sisters singing and clog dancing brought the