My daughter takes me to a movie that she’s already seen and thinks I will like. The movie is so-so, but there’s a song in it that I love.
I want you to know that meeting you on 26 March 2006 was one of the highlights of my teenage years.
It was strange: I listened to it, and the unspoken words hanging between us were suddenly said – not by him, or me, but by this angelic voice from afar. It was an admission, an apology. No, it was a plea. No, maybe it was just a song.
The late flight, the two-hour wait in customs, and 1am arrival still clung to us, but something else clung as well.
Arming myself with a tennis racquet, I tiptoed along the hallway and into the kitchen to confront the intruders.
Gary wore his hair long and lank, as was customary for young men at the time. He rode a motorbike and played guitar.
We dedicated our performances of Silver Moon in 2022 to musicians and writers who had died in the peak years of Covid, 2020 and 2021.
No sending a link on your phone back then. It took time and dedication to record a LP to a tape for one of your mates.
...he watched winter turn/his red wine black, fell asleep weeping...
In our house Christmas Day does not officially commence until the air is filled with the opening bars of the greatest Christmas song of all.