Just a gentle warning that I really don’t censor or edit myself very hard, I just put things straight from the brain into blobs of thought and leave it at that. You’re welcome to not read it. It’s more for myself than for anyone else, unless I pointed it out to someone as maybe worthy of reading, but that doesn’t happen very often, really.
This is a somewhat long-winded and peculiar story on how my voice ended up on a chart topping album in the beautiful country of Finland.
I’ve been obsessed trying to find out when I first met Radiohead, so far without much luck in terms of the actual year, because records are quite patchy on promotional visits to Cologne in August in the 90s.
Someone asked me if I could remember my first time visiting the Wine Cellar, and I genuinely couldn’t. There were a few contenders for those first gigs, but it’s all a bit of a blur. I remember so many shows, so many special shows of people who are now no longer there, or who are…
There’s only one correct answer to the question “So, where are you from?” or the subsequent “No, where are you REALLY from?” Seeing how it comes across, we don’t usually use it, but really that response should be: “That’s none of your business!”
We had the best day at the market at Gribblehirst Community Hub – we love being there anyway, but market days are extra…
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