Such A Day

I think it’s Muddy Waters singing, reminding me how essential this sound is to me. I think you’d call it the Chicago Sound. The blues when it’s found a band but not long arrived from the South. And along with the blues a warm feeling of contentment is descending on me, in my stomach and […]

Socialist ’til I die

Lately and increasingly I have resumed writing in long hand when something really matters to me, when something needs working out. The slowness of it, the active thinking, from my heart directly down my left arm to the tip of my pen. I’m writing in long hand now, sat on the wall of Sefton Park, […]