January 2012

Making Noise: The Artist

  The man on the stage is big. He’s not so much poured into the dinner jacket as it’s built around him, emphasising his powerful shoulders and neck. He’s top heavy, the sort of top heavy you get from extended periods of training. He should lumber, thudding across the stage like a large, angry, tuxedoed […]

Making Noise: The Artist

The Long March: Henry Rollins

Manchester has decided it doesn’t like me. Or rather, Manchester has decided it’s indifferent to me. It’s an unusual sensation. Not the benevolent disinterest of London or the jovial hostility of Leeds, but rather the sense that Manchester knows I’m here and doesn’t care. There are a million stories in the naked city and none

The Long March: Henry Rollins

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