1. Damien Jurado – The Horizon Laughed 2. Eric Chenaux – Slowly Paradise 3. R.Seiliog – Megadose 4. The Golden Dregs – Lafayette 5. Connan Mockasin – Jassbusters 6. Dirty Projectors – Lamp Lit...
It was my first rodeo. I had met a girl in Spain from Arkansas. She had sent me two letters saying that she thought about me often and that if I was ever in the southern states to look her up. The noon sun was pure – white heat...
Hay fever. Fuck hay fever. Fuck hay fever like it’s fucked me. In the eyes, the nose, and the throat. My eyes are red, like a cartoon junky; like a bong-smoking night creature thrust out into morning; like the protagonist...
My dad turned seventy this week. There have been several points over the last twelve months when we didn’t think he’d make it: an extremely aggressive form of prostate cancer the principal reason. Towards the end of...
It’s a beautiful spring evening as I stroll through Clifton towards the White Rabbit. A couple of beers in, feeling the last push of warmth from the sinking sun before the colder air gathers, listening to the birds trilling...
2017 was a great live music year for me. There was a healthy dose of nostalgia – I got to see Radiohead for the first time, experience the Flaming Lips at their euphoric best, and dance very hard indeed to the Avalanches...
My round-up of the best albums to be released in 2017. Best 30 Albums of 2017 1. The Dirty Projectors – The Dirty Projectors 2. Richard Dawson – Peasant 3. Jonwayne – Rap Album Two Rap Album...
Week Four and the final instalment of Inktober 2017. One ink drawing by Laura Morgans, one piece of writing by Tom Spooner, every day in October. To catch up on previous weeks follow the links – One, Two, and...
Week Three. One ink drawing by Laura Morgans, one piece of writing by Tom Spooner, every day in October. Week One and Week Two Day 15 Black Eyes, Burnt Thumbs With black eyes, burnt thumbs and rouge on her cheeks of an...
Week Two. One ink drawing by Laura Morgans, one piece of writing by Tom Spooner, every day in October. Day 8 Voiceless There was nothing left of his voice. It had deserted him along with most of the other things that he...