I hate being ignorant, or rather not knowing about things. It is certainly impossible to know about everything, but I am thinking about how you can be frozen out of whole conversations or discussions because you just know nothing. This was hardest at school – at middle school I had no idea who any filmContinue reading “Emancipate yourself from mental slavery”
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Blackness, blackness draggin’ me down
There was one other source of borrowing music at university besides the town library and the College record library. The Union Society record library. It was in a pretty sorry state, obviously money was not being spent on it and most of the stock was some fairly poor-quality cassettes. Still, Dave Carter and I foundContinue reading “Blackness, blackness draggin’ me down”
‘Cause Man Must Be His Own Saviour
In sixth form our teachers constantly told us that A levels would be the hardest bit of our lives. University would be a doddle compared to this (total lies of course). In the first year it hardly seemed like that as we only had a timetable of 11 hours a week and there was littleContinue reading “‘Cause Man Must Be His Own Saviour”
But you know that there’s a fever
There was a show in the early 80s called Entertainment USA. It was fronted by Jonathan King, who was Radio One’s man in America and had been reporting on Top of the Pops. Neil and I both watched it and it was a good way of being ahead of the trend. In those days, ifContinue reading “But you know that there’s a fever”
Five Miles Out 