Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred
Whimsical observations from deep within an erratic mind
Take on book A Town Like Alice Shute’s tome given Modfather spin 82 Stop apologising, proffers bard Seek not redemption, his rapid beat advocacy Except things propagated thyself. No guarantee of existential longevity Though cruelty a certain acquaintance From within thyself a change requires manifestation Now factory in situ, empty milk carts of Weller’s... Continue Reading →
Yesterday evening I went to see singer/songwriter Paul Weller and his band in a gig at the fd Arena, in Leeds. Being sat behind a lanky bloke whose head was ‘Above the Clouds’ could have meant an evening of ‘Ever Changing Moods’ for yours truly. Thankfully, the modern design of the venue, which enhances the... Continue Reading →