…laid to rest
The young man in the sweatshirt and grubby blue jeans stands out amidst the genteel splendour of the opera house, an ugly intrusion like a gaudy weed in a bed of delicate perennials.
I don’t know how many USB drives I’ve acquired, lost, borrowed or given away. They rattle around in drawers and lie hidden at the bottom of bags.
A found photograph of unknown boys – who are they and what brings them together?
Decline and renewal are the basic motors of the pop music scene. Always have been, always will. Bands come and go, change direction, reinvent themselves for better or worse.