What do we turn to when the black dog pops on to our shoulders?
So many people go to a song, a poem, a book; solace in the repetitive patterns of something comforting, something sad, something happy. Me, I always turned to musical melancholy or a trusted battered American novel, (Nobody’s Fool by Richard Russo or The Hour I First Believed by Wally Lamb or The Art of Fielding by Chad Harbach) a story that I know I could open on any page and dive right into the life of someone else for a short period of time, comforting time that takes you away and gives the brain chance to find a new synapse to fire, a new spark that will help me find a different path to go head down. Read More
I love technology and how it has transformed the way we live today; so sitting in a Matt Haig event last week in sunny Leeds I began to feel like an interloper, an enemy of the ‘people’, like at any moment I would be found out and the audience would rise up against me and… Read More
Last night was a great night out in ‘sunny’ London, for me a return to the Jazz Café in Camden, a place I used to love, a place I frequented many times. But, the last time I was there was for the final goodbye gig of a band I loved, Ben and Jason around 2003. So… Read More
I loved that song, Bobby McFerrin 1988 when the world was a much simpler place. No matter what we do we have days when we are up and cope with anything and days when we are down and the world gets on top of us all. What are the tricks of the trade you use… Read More
What makes the world go around? What connects people more than anything else? I think its music! In the last short period of time going to hear live music is now a target for evil. Those people making this happen do not care for music, they do not care for people, they do not care,… Read More