Keith Richards makes me happy. Ok, so it is probably a good thing that he let Mick do the singing,… Read more Love Hurts, Sung by Keith Richards and Norah Jones from the Gram Parsons Tribute Concert.
Outside my window in the alleyway the tinny throbbing beat of old fashioned electro dance rises up into my room… Read more Danse Macabre
We live in a Patriarchal society, one where women are not in any way equal to men, and so there… Read more Sex positive feminism is not feminism at all (Trigger warning – discussion of paid sex, violence and rape)
To be frank, I think the question I should be asking is more will rock and roll ever have the… Read more Will Rock and Roll Survive?
I think way too often about the perfect pop song. The perfect pop song is the preservation of the heart… Read more Another Girl Another Planet and Sweet Jane: The Search for the most perfect pop song…
Jim slid into the room, back pressed up against the wall, as Sebbek and Jun walked arm in arm ahead.… Read more Jun N’Eau 9. Child of Bastet, Child of Light and Other Dangerous Permutations.
I’m hip. I’m cool. I might even be groovy occasionally. I don’t need my music unintelligent, or my noise toned… Read more The Emperor has no clothes (God Speed you! Black Emperor review)
My Tokyo only lives in the past, my Tokyo has a merry-go-round in Toshimaen, called El Dorado, that had been… Read more Tokyo past
Shintokyo was not particularly clean above ground, but below ground was positively disgusting. Jun hugged the wall of the sewer… Read more Jun N’Eau part 8. Here be dragons!
Grit makes oyster words Chewed cud-like, spat out, pearl-wise: My shell is empty! Early heat, late freeze Kills blossoms still… Read more In the shadow of Basho: Words and blossoms