Vote Pig, and muddy puddles!
WELCOME again to the land of you couldn’t make it up, where the hot news is that a Cambridge University academic says the minimum voting age should be reduced to … Continue readingVote Pig, and muddy puddles!
A compendium of musical delights by Alan and Margaret Ashworth
WELCOME again to the land of you couldn’t make it up, where the hot news is that a Cambridge University academic says the minimum voting age should be reduced to … Continue readingVote Pig, and muddy puddles!
SOME time ago I gained possession of an unofficial double CD featuring the all-female Canadian folk group the Be Good Tanyas, recorded live in the early Noughties. The patter between … Continue readingWhen infant teachers cry: The Be Good Tanyas
LOUNGE lizard, crooner, multi-millionaire and self-made toff, Bryan Ferry CBE is one of the pillars of the popular music Establishment. Just the sort of character ridiculed by Roxy Music when … Continue readingThe Lives of Bryan
To those who aver that country music is just a bunch of tired clichés, I would venture a two-word riposte: Lyle Lovett. And a two-word song title, God Will, from … Continue readingTo know it is to Lovett
One incident which the multi-millionaire Police star Andy Summers for some reason omits to mention in his 2007 memoir One Train Later is the night Kevin Coyne shamed him into … Continue readingRealm of the Coyne
IF a band’s success were judged solely by critical acclaim, Big Star would be up there with the musical giants. The reviewers loved them, placing their three official albums among … Continue readingTwinkle twinkle Big Star
THE first time I saw Little Feat in concert was on January 15, 1975, at the Free Trade Hall, Manchester. They were part of the Warner Brothers Music Show, a … Continue readingPipe down, Elton, we can’t hear Lowell George
THE company which owns an ‘upmarket’ fast food chain has come up with an enterprising excuse for falling sales. It’s that bloody Brexit to blame. Famous Brands, which is based … Continue readingA burger with fries, please, and hold the Brexit
ONE of the most shameful episodes in my life occurred on June 3, 1972, at the Clitheroe Castle Pop Festival. Reader, I heckled Bridget St John. The day had started … Continue readingThank You For Bridget St John
FOR the first few years of their existence, I avoided Steely Dan under the impression that they were cold and clinical. I saw the light in 1976, having been sent … Continue readingSteely Dan: Cool, not cold