Today I’m playing with my harddrive. Delete. Keep. Delete. And so I stumbled upon this. Blushing. A rude short story by me. A bit rude. A bit short. And still making me blush. Blushing. Filthy dirty day dreams. The kind that keep you awake at night. I couldn’t picture the venue, I could only picture her. I couldn’t explain the reasons; I could only see … Continue reading Blushing – Dirty filthy daydreams revisited
There’s tune I reach for after a session with a certain Coma cat. Maxxi Sound System’s Criticize is Sam Watts and Neal Lewis‘s charmed retake on the Alexander O’Neal 1987 classic. And boy is it good. The boys rocked Audio when they supported Tensnake earlier this month and this cheeky yet respectful remix is a sweet reminder that Brighton is ahead of the homegrown game. … Continue reading Department of Records – Maxxi Soundsystem ‘Criticize’ Kojak Giant Sounds
Gotta love the past world a film track will take you to. Diving into Shane Meadows’ back catalogue due to a uni presentation, (check out No Romeo For Brass) I came across a slice of soundtrack that said so much more to me than coming of age. J.J. Cale’s After Midnight spoke to me of first love. A first love that promised much but delivered … Continue reading Soundtrack to a first love on unsteady feet.
So there I was, down in the dumps, stinking cold, too much work to do, gloss induced headache and the missus just off to start a 24 hour shift…..and then some soul on FB (thank you James) reminded me of a tune. Not just any tune, a tune. A tune full of memories, of terrace afternoons, dance tent heaven and nightclub sweats. A tune that … Continue reading The music is different here, the vibrations are different, not like planet earth
I had the fortune (or misfortune depending on if your an Essex girl or not) of growing up in a small seaside town called Frinton On Sea. Churches outnumbered pubs 5-1 so it was no surprise my first kiss happened not behind the traditional bike shed but behind the church hall stage. Let’s just say there was not much to save you if you didn’t … Continue reading Save our reading souls, stop the library cuts
Okay so the missus may take another turn round the block whenever she hears Yorke’s dulcet tones escaping out of our open windows but for me there is nothing more joyous than time spent with Thom and the boys. They are the kinda radio I want in my head. I’m filling my weekend and beyond with Dead Air Space, dancing as free as my limbs … Continue reading Radiohead fill my dead air space with a lotus flower dance
‘I ain’t no for real cowboy, but I one hell of a stud.’ You know how it is. Films you should of seen, films you even thought you had seen, the clips and soundtracks so plentiful in your cultural psyche you can’t quite believe you haven’t indulged in the entire 110 minutes. I guess that’s the joy of skimming through the boxes as the charity … Continue reading VHS, sunshine and coconut milk
Today I had yet another reminder of who exactly is responsible for my taste in music. I would like to think it was some mentor like experience with a soul in love with music who inspired my teenage tastes. I could say it was Anna Tripp and her gothic, Bauhaus moments, that it was my Ma and that Motown soundtrack, my first gay boy dearest … Continue reading Love Witchita Cowboy? I blame Radio 2
Last night saw a distinct rise in temperature as my cold settled in for forty eight hours and The Brits raged on the TV. I say rage, it was more like ramble, helpless as its desire for credibility fell victim to Corden arse licking claptrap. Thinly veiled wank jokes sat next to Bieber love me desperation as the one known as Not-Ruth-Jones tried to dismiss … Continue reading My Brits? Your Brits? Their Brits?
My Nan, Lucy. Shortest lady, shortest skirt. Today we braved Bexhill and the wind to marvel in the wonder that is the De La Warr Pavilion. The Erich Mendelsohn and Serge Chermayeff architecture never ceases to inspire me and this month’s content Moving Portraits – 60 years of film and video portraits continued that inspiration. With unexpected memories attached. Although Andy Warhol, Robert Mapplethorpe and … Continue reading A Ma, a Ga and one tweed coat
Wildblood and Queenie 