Would I have heard of you?

Had you been driving north in London, on the Seven Sisters’ Road, in February 2003, you may

have glanced up and seen a billboard with my face on it. A poster announcing my second…

The sky is full of swifts. Okay not full of them, in truth there’s only a handful, but like the voices in my head when I wake nightly at 3am, they sound legion.

The birds are getting ready to leave…

I’ve been thinking recently about Wayne Coyne and The Flaming Lips. I think about him from time to time, especially ahead of a tour.

A thousand years ago I was playing the same festival as them, in Belgium somewhere. That…

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