There is a man who could receive the Wile E Coyote award for human achievement. His name is Mad Mike Hughes, the only man to design and build his own rocket with which he intends to use to ascend to a great altitude for the purpose of gaining evidence that the world is flat. I […]Read more "FLAT WORLD AND DARKDAZE"
I had this idea that I could be an independent musician way back in 1988 when I split with Spacemen 3. The crux of the problem with our bands were that everyone failed due to basic human emotions. Petty resentments, disagreements, power struggles and so on. Even the so called managers got in on the […]Read more "SYNTHETIC SOUND"
Four times a day for over two decades Stick passed my studio on his way to and from work. Maintaining a brisk pace on his mountain bike, a quick glance and hello and he would be gone. Never once did he stop to chat or come into see my studio. When we first met we […]Read more "INDIAN SCALP"
Hello People, It has been sometime since I last posted a blog. I’ve been at this for over a year now and I guess I am now wondering if I should carry on. I admit that my enthusiasm for writing blogs has mostly evaporated but I still got things to say and stuff I think […]Read more "BASSMAN SUMMER SPECIAL"
Ok, so things have got a little out of hand. The joint statement from Sonic and Jason trading as SP3 has been removed from the internet on Gerald Palmers request. The statement was an appeal to SP3 fans asking them not to purchase the SP3 records recently released by Gerald Palmer. We have achieved unity […]Read more "SPACEMEN 3 TALK"
In a previous blog I had stated that a certain document that had been circulated on the internet that had described Gerald Palmer as a ‘rapist,’ was offensive and unacceptable. I then foolishly committed the same offence on a Facebook post. I realise this is a gross mistake and offer a sincere apology to those […]Read more "AN APOLOGY FOR GERALD PALMER"
Music Ground in Doncaster was a fantastic shop, crammed with guitars of all makes, Fender, Gibson, Vox, Dobro, National, Rickenbacker, it was glorious. The owner Rick was a little like Moe the barman from the Simpsons, a slightly surly guy, his son was of similar ilk. Goff was our manager, that was his appointed position, […]Read more "THE ODDBALL GUITAR"