Dusty Rainbows

The title `Dusty Rainbows' comes from a song by my friend Chris Spence. The rainbows symbolise to me those dreams of stardom that any musician who picks up an instrument inevitably has when starting out. As the truth slowly takes hold through the process of trying to make these dreams a reality, they fade and are eventually filed away in an attic somewhere at the back of the mind. This blog is an attempt to dust a few of them off and share some of my experiences.

Wednesday, 5 May 2010

Musical Epiphanies #1: Levitated in Paris

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The initial expectation on the music scene surrounding the band Levitation was enormous, featuring as they did indie-guitar maestro Terry Bi...
Wednesday, 25 November 2009

Pata-Particles

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The unforgivable deviation from the steady stream of rock'n'roll tales from the past, and indeed lack of entries of any kind can on...
Tuesday, 18 August 2009

The Power Of Independent Blogging

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When I wrote the entry 3 or 4 weeks back about my first band `Age Of Berlin', it was largely to mark the occasion and get some of that n...
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Saturday, 8 August 2009

Tunes I Never Tire Of #6: Public Image Ltd `Death Disco'

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I am one of those music nuts for whom bands can lie dormant in the collection for long periods, only to bloom in all their glory once again,...
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Thursday, 23 July 2009

It Was 30 Years Ago Today: Age Of Berlin

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June 1979 was the month when `O' levels were completed, school was out forever, (until sixth form college at least, and you could wear d...
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Wednesday, 22 April 2009

The Worst Day I Ever Spent In The Music Biz or Why Promo Videos Are The Work Of Satan.

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When I think about developments between the two eras of the 1970's and 1980's, perhaps the most marked `step forward' is the mus...
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Wednesday, 1 April 2009

Been Solo Without You

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As any music fan will tell you, the highlight of any album or live performance is the drum solo. There is usually a mass exodus to the bar d...
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Incurable nostalgic and full-time dreamer,(job permitting) with own transport and hair who still lives for the rarified world of music performance and the laughs that go with it.
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