February 2012
1 post
Mercy Beat
The Poet entered the Archway Tavern through the main entrance facing the busy roundabout which connects Holloway Road, Highgate Hill and Archway Road. He had just returned from returning the Strat to a needy little guy who desperately wanted Jimmy’s Telecaster. But this time Jimmy actually thought before he acted and decided to keep the very lightweight guitar, and to try and hold on to it for a...
January 2012
2 posts
Love junkies, losers and libertines
Terminal cancer? What a scam! That stupid woman would swallow anything! Come to think of it… never mind, she’s gone and so will I be very, very soon. King was pacing back and forth in his living room thinking about the recent conversation with Lee. What was it that she said about Jimmy? He wanted to pick up where the Post-Moderns left off? Without King? Ha, what Jimmy didn’t know was that the...
June 2011
1 post
Verisimilitude
The Poet woke up the following morning with a splitting headache, and a gnawing feeling that he’d been had. In more ways than one! Nancy Lee was gone, no trace of her ever having been to the flat. And had she? Jimmy clearly remembered walking back from the riverside pub, along Leman Street, quick Bourbon-and-Coke at the Zeppelin Shelter (which the Poet always thought had something to do with Led,...
February 2011
2 posts
Dancing Madly Backwards
Now, the question was; why was Terry looking for that scum bag King? The Poet clearly remembered how he and the rest of the Post Moderns had planned on getting rid of King in various graphic ways, most of them not suitable for print. Terry had even gone as far as to suggest that they’d get him high and trick him into doing a chicken race with the band. King’s car’s breaks would...
Trailblazing
‘How the devil are you?’
‘Jimmy? My god, it’s been ages! You haven’t changed a bit. Still got all your hair, and still no beer gut. How the hell do you do it?’
The Poet had entered the Gopher Hole and had asked the bouncer for Matt, who by chance happened to be there that night. The light was dim and the music was loud. Gardenia by Kyuss, the Poet thought.
‘Still into Stoner rock, eh, Matt? I...
July 2010
1 post
Alone, but not lonely
The Poet wasn’t always known as the Poet. In fact he still wasn’t outside of his own close circle of friends and among certain hangers on. He had always considered himself to be something of a wannabe poet, and decided at some point to use this moniker whenever he referred to himself in writing. Neither poetry nor writing was on his mind at this time though, when Jimmy Buxton, as he was known to...
June 2010
1 post
I'm not like everybody else...
Back in the real world…
After six days of peace, love and rock’n’roll debauchery I am back in the so called real world of finance and IT. How do you combine these two extremes you may wonder? Well, there is no easy answer but I can tell you this; for me it’s all about honesty! Who are you, and why are you who you are? The following slice of life may give you an indication to how this works.
If you...
May 2010
4 posts
An overwhelming feeling of not belonging
The Poet entered the room discretely from a back door, fully aware of the blank stares that would eventually hit him like a cold wind from the arctic. He was used to this after a lifetime in a sort of self-created parallel universe that mostly existed in his own mind. The great paradox was that as much as he wanted to be seen and loved, he also wanted to disappear into some kind of cosmic...
Round the corner....
I just learned that an old guitar hero of mine lives just around the corner from me in London! Ray Majors was the guitarist for Mott, the short lived band formed by ex-Mott The Hoople members Pete Overend Watts. Dale Griffin and Morgan Fisher after Ian Hunter left in early 1975. Together with new singer Nigel Benjamin, the band recorded two fine albums: Drive On (1975) and Shouting &...
A review
Jason & The Scorchers / The Whybirds
Relentless Garage - Highbury-Islington May 8
If you ever get the chance to see the Whybirds, take it! This young band from Bedford take their influences and wears them on their chequered sleeves! We are talking Young, Springsteen, the Byrds, Americana with a cool British edge. Harmony vocals an an energy from just playing and playing and coming...
