At which point does a person have to put their hand up and say, “OK I am a fan”? I have seen the Rivals 3 times, each closely timed to the release of a new album; all of which still get regular listens among my, generally, eclectic collection of iTunes and Spotify playlists. Do I qualify as a… Continue reading Rival Sons at the Scala, London
Thursday 5th September: The Dawes playing at the Union Chapel in London. So a few days ago a random text message arrives from one of my Buddies, explaining that he has a spare ticket to go see the Dawes in a few days time, did I fancy it?
It’s funny the effect a bit of sunshine can have on the psyche. We often talk about how it can turn the biggest sourpuss into a grinning loon. I however, at this time of the year find myself thinking about the beach, and home.
Saturday, 3rd November 2012: The initial idea for this journal entry involved writing a real-time story, presenting the progression of an evening of utter idiocy, alcoholic indulgence and photographic luck. A scenario that gave the reader a sense they are living the moment along with the author.
With the last of the summer bank holidays feeling like a long-lost subtext to an otherwise non-existent warm season; the Faversham Hop festival signifies one last opportunity to see off summer. A welcoming to the light, colour, and flu germs that epitomise autumn in the UK.