RBP's production director is a website designer and internet specialist who has been involved in projects for the BBC and a variety of businesses. He also takes portraits of writers for leading publishers. Prior to moving into design, he was a member of obscure London R&B act Hot House. He was described by NME writer and future Loaded editor James Brown as "the Keith Floyd of British Soul". He took this as a compliment.
http://www.popmatters.com/pm/post/136974-call-for-columnists-brainy-artful-generalists-rejoice/ Headline: “Call for Columnists: Brainy, Artful Generalists, Rejoice!” Allow me to quote the last paragraph of this “invitiation”: “We are unable to pay you monetarily for your work at this time. But you would not go uncompensated in some … Continue reading
…and we probably think that song is about him Have you ever experimented on yourself? You know, pulling your own finger nails out, that sort of thing? I have: I recently downloaded Dark Side of the Moon, The Wall and … Continue reading
Keith Richards makes great play of the way bluesmen are allowed to grow old and retain their credibility. He fondly likes to think that he’s going to follow the same path. Bullshit. Keith is just stretching his wretched adolescence into … Continue reading
OK, so it’s neither thing nor person. But this is from eBay: Yamaha DX7 Synth – A vintage classic Now correct me if I’m wrong, but the DX7 was a hideous piece of egregious digital junk. Which sounded fantastic at … Continue reading
TRAFFIC WERE a strange item that hovered around my youth. As a youngster heading toward my teens that voice somehow transmuted from ‘Gimme Some Loving’ to ‘Hole In My Shoe’. They were on my map. I saw Traffic at the … Continue reading
OK, so I’m watching the rather brilliant BBC4 Eliot doc, and I’m diverted from my usual “Eliot was an anti-semite so does that mean I can’t love his poetry” internal dialogue by the assertion that “Let us go then, you … Continue reading
This will be the first in what may prove to be a continuous stream of pure bile, fingers crossed. #1: Seasick Steve This gormless bastard son of George Thorogood and Daisy Duke, this hapless redneck from the shallow end of … Continue reading
This one’s been stewing for a while, but I’ve been nudged into action by a Gavin Martin post on F’Book. Some (rare) albums are so unbelievably complete that they almost have their own micro-climates and ecosystems. One such is Bobby … Continue reading
I’m listening to a Wolfgang’s Vault™ Stones show from 1973. Now their records were about to start getting worse and worse, but the ’73 Stones could cut it live like a motherf***er. And the main reason is that you could … Continue reading
Do you behave, or misbehave, differently to different music? ‘Course you do. Me, well, I’ll dance like your drunk uncle around my living room to Chaka Khan. In my socks. Nasty. I’ll also get morose to 2nd Division country starlet … Continue reading
