Self-care takes up almost as much time as work nowadays. An irony. I have to admit the whole political situation has left me seriously deflated, when even a supposed centrist/leftish-of-centre… Continue Reading

Utter chaos. On the show. And in the world. At one point the whole system just decided to stop making sound, so I had to pause recording and reboot the… Continue Reading

A strange and disturbing week, at the beginning of which a progressive (for Catholicism) pope died the day after meeting an American vice-president whose views he was diametrically opposed to…. Continue Reading

I had a good old rant against misinformation claiming the 11 minutes in space on the top of Bezos’s phallus-shaped rocket was the first all-female space mission. The first was… Continue Reading

As our children took to saying a long time ago, life is relentless. I can only agree – and try to make the most of it. That’s what music’s for…. Continue Reading

Some weeks are insufferable. When too much happens. And not much of it can be told. So we cycle back to music, a panacea if there ever was one. Southall… Continue Reading

That we’re nearly at the end of March and I feel like the year’s hardly begun, and that I’ve achieved nothing, worries me. On the other hand – music. Coal… Continue Reading

At one point during this week’s show I did just yell at the mic “I love music so much!” Because I do. Especially new stuff. It fills me with optimism… Continue Reading

Today is obviously my catch-up day, despite the sun shining gloriously outside. Sometimes this office/study/studio is more of a cell or torture chamber. Breichiau Hir – Paid Trio Pickle Juice… Continue Reading