An open letter to your next transition.

Dear David Robert Jones, The Man Who Sold The World, The Man Who Stole My Heart, The artist, the musician, the icon, the hero, the mime, the alien, the heathen, I didn’t know you. I would like to think I did but how well can two people who never knew each other know each other? […]

Salford Lads’ Club.

…and with a day to spare in Manchester I found myself setting out on another of my little musical pilgrimages. I once visited Paris to visit Jim Morrison’s grave. I took freelance jobs in Liverpool and London so I could chase the ghost of The Beatles around their hometown and their Studio 2. This time […]