Having had more interviews and reviews for Schoolyard Ghosts than for any No-Man album since Flowermouth, it’s been interesting to see how the resulting articles reflect the changes that have taken place in the publishing industry over the last decade and a half. Although the process was well underway by the end of the 1980s, there’s no doubt in my … Read More

Schoolyard Ghosts was finally released in May and the response so far has been almost as good as I could have hoped for. More interviews and more positive reviews than for anything the band has done since the Indie Top 20 (hey)days of Loveblows & Lovecries, it’s been gratifying that something so personal has seemed to strike a chord with … Read More

A busy few months has seen trips to San Francisco (which rapidly ascended to favourite city status for me), Baron Bennett’s lovely Swedish hideaway, and Borg Central, London. Add to that heady brew, convulsive syncopes on planes, earthquakes rather than passion rocking my bed, video shoots with flute-wielding gothic brides, and half my house being ripped apart (then put together … Read More

Crack open the egg creme and dish out the Hershey Kisses! Against all odds, I’ve managed to survive the inhuman intensity of a Summer in New York with some semblance of my pasty-faced Brit heritage intact. An achievement so rare, a letter of commendation from Mayor Bloomberg is believed forthcoming. Clearly, you can take the man out of the North, … Read More

It’s 115 degrees in the shade and my once (very) cool English exterior is dissolving in the afternoon Coney Island heat. Sadly, the fact that I’m paler than the new improved Dulux ‘Brilliant White’ has failed to reflect the devil sun and send it back to the dimension of Hell it came from. After seeing Countess Marlboro fill her mouth … Read More

Laid low with a persistent cold and a badly broken rib, I’ve finally decided to add to the ongoing chronicles of despair and rampant debauchery that are ‘the Bowness diaries’. So here goes: The year has definitely been a productive and pro-active one so far. A lot of writing of new songs has taken place and quite a few potentially … Read More

Up The Junction: Omnipresent cigarette smoke, constant idle banter and the presence of a few  pissed-up punters who clearly mistook The Junction for The Dog And Scrote.  Welcome to the heart of the British gigging circuit. Subtle, atmospheric and managing an air of dignity despite the inappropriate setting, Robert Fripp treated the part of the audience that was interested in … Read More

Over the last couple of months, I’ve been acting the tourist and have taken trips to Turin, Wales, Manchester and that notorious beauty spot, Warrington (second only to Hemel Hempstead in terms of cosmopolitan grandeur and international significance). In between meeting up with old friends, family and Krimson diarist, Andrew Keeling, I’ve also been doing plenty of recording for potential … Read More

When even the Victor Meldrew of Ambient Glam declares it ‘a triumph’, clearly something’s gone right. ——- Tuesday’s Bush Hall gig fulfilled most of our more positive wishes for it, with the shabbily elegant venue bearing witness to four fine performances and an interesting reunion or three. After a gruelling four and a half hour journey to our Nation’s capital … Read More

Back in a dour, rain splattered, Blighty and I’m going through one of my regular phases of constantly questioning why it is I do what I do. Preferring reading, watching films and eating copious amounts of Polish chocolates to the idea of making music, I’m currently in a determined, idealistic, phase which means that I can only commit to what … Read More