LiveLoveFleshBlood…Brilliant

If you don't know Imelda May, you should. Writing about her makes me dyslexic, I can love or loathe her but I still listen. Ok, I've had the advantage of listening to her, as a teenager, singing back up vocals to bands in Dublin pubs. I watched her enthral a pub of Irish music fans…Read more LiveLoveFleshBlood…Brilliant

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Mick Jones’s Strides

Forty years ago, October 1977, I watched The Clash play two shows in one night in the Exam Hall of Trinity College.  Joe Strummer was bleeding. The house was heaving in a blur of body sweat, smoke and saliva. An entire row of venue security, volunteer students, lined the stagefront, soaked by waves of gob…Read more Mick Jones’s Strides

Sgt. Pepper’s, revisited.

Everyone's life has milestones like the birth of a child or the death of a parent. These are personal but there are others that resonate through everyone's life, to one extent or another. Mine include the Cuban Missile Crisis, the assassination of President John F. Kennedy and the release of Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club…Read more Sgt. Pepper’s, revisited.

Gather no Moss

There have been a whole lot of column inches wasted on Bob Dylan receiving the Nobel Prize for Literature. But, to paraphrase another great bard, William Shakespeare, it is a tale told by idiots, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. Of course, Dylan has his champions and his detractors. What great artist doesn't? But…Read more Gather no Moss

JOHNNY THE FOX

In 1991, MOJO editor, Mark Ellen invited me to write the first article in a proposed series of articles about bizarre rock and roll deaths. The story would have a 1,000 word limit. The subject of the debut article was to be Phil Lynott, the lead singer of Irish rock group, Thin Lizzy. Little had…Read more JOHNNY THE FOX