And so London Field’s fucked sky is sealed As Martin/John Self is blue-pencilled, returning him To Sally, his sister, his father and to Christopher Hitchens, His friend. And dead from the same disease too. This is the sort of thing which would have befallen Keith Talent, if he had been supported by the spell Of […]
(i.m Peter Ronald Brown, 25/12/1940-19/5/2023) His words will resound for as long as there are films And Rock music, for just as Scorsese savours Sunshine Of Your Love in his films, so do the fans Of Clapton, Baker, Bruce, Procol Harum, and his own Unique oeuvre rejoice in the voicings that spumed Words […]
Shocked to hear of Mark Stewart’s death. The undisputed Don and main man instigator of the Bristol Dub scene and a huge innovator, inspirational artist and Post Punk legend with The Pop Group. A physically huge man with a great fire of spirit, he seemed indestructible. Super intelligent, Informed and articulate, especially when it came […]
for Dame Vivienne (Swire) Westwood April 8th 1941 – 29th December 2022 Yesterday’s dress will now shine Despite the dark of death’s cupboard As you close the door to the showroom And walk the way shadows walk Into a new form of light Where the saintly will now meet the sequin And where the young […]
1955-2022 R.I.P.
