Tag Archives: rock and roll

the golden age of conversation

when mister trump became what he became, pundits predicted a spunky new counter culture that would breath fresh life into the dead genre of rock and roll, trail-blazed by a stick thin million dollar protest singer… herds of fluffy tops … Continue reading

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rock n roll seaside.. take one

brighton isn’t the only rock n roll seaside town within hours..up on the north coast of ireland is a place called portrush…it got its name during the psychedelic 1960’s because at that time it was a rare port of call … Continue reading

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mile high cabaret club.. new years eve 2016

on new years eve a dark diabolical comedian, who draws big crowds, ambled casually centre stage in a shiny gun metal grey suit.. he sat on a high chair with elbow leaning on armrest, and with one solid beam of … Continue reading

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the greatest rock n roll story never told.

clarence, who had a thing for cream crumply raw silk suits, set up his music company with only one thing in mind…pleasure…such was his clear vision, that every aspect of his empire revolved only around feeling good. there would be … Continue reading

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the power of hair.. the power of going bald.

i sometimes wonder if men who go bald early on in life are more inclined to grow up quicker. after all.. they’ll never suffer from what i call cuteness disease. cute fluffy men are more in danger of not getting … Continue reading

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alexander mcqueen… kate moss.. and b.p fallon.

there’s a hologram of kate moss at the alexander mcqueen exhibition in the victoria and albert museum…..at first it felt like a ghost of kate, but then i realised it was the ghost of mcqueen…you’re looking at kate, but all … Continue reading

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a midsummers night on the kings rd.

one day in the middle of june or roundabouts i clocked a thing going on down the kings road in chelsea…there’s a chap called morgan howell who does these gorgeous big blow ups of old 45 rpm pop singles…he’s very … Continue reading

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king schitt of fuck mountain…memoirs continued.

it’s 1981,and after five years away from the place,i’m now back in northern ireland with the intent of forming a new band with myself centre stage as king schitt of my own fuck mountain. the political conflict is in full … Continue reading

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