Month: July 2013

I wrote here and here – and even here – about reasons I couldn’t play and sing. Since the turn of the year I haven’t played or sung “in anger”. But now it’s time to put all that behind be and stride purposefully and confidently once more onto the stage and regale the good people of Edinburgh with my approximate…

Or should that be “Jobs and Part-time Musos”? Which gets in the way of what? What gets in the way of which? Assuming musicianship has primacy, here are a few of my thoughts: Day jobs would be OK if they wouldn’t take all day. My degree of satisfaction with my day job is inversely proportional…

Someone said on the radio recently that she found happy music depressing and sad music uplifting. “Me too! Me too!”, I yelled at the radio. I’ll go further: when I hear some happy-clappy songs on the car radio I want to open the car door and vomit – or at least wind the window down…