Hellouches. Guitarist (isn't everyone?) & singer of sorts (as Peter Green might have sang 'I can't sing I ain't pretty & I stink of gin', cue Strummer 'You know what they said, some of it was true!') & music journo/hack/desecrator of dreams of people doing better than me
. Well, phone monkey careers advisor & member of several undistinguished yet legendary (of course) bands out for outs, serious or not, gigs (not exclusively my own), films (preferably in empty cinemas but for completely film-watching reasons), books, intellingent vs insensible conversation, drinks etc...prone to earring fondling by the looks of this pic. And stubble. Whole damn halebales of it at times. Not so much the wistful gazing. Penchant for coats & boots (oh, go on then, hats as well) & SCAARRRVES & spouting gibberish when not being disdainfully quiet. Oh aye, & I'm an Aries. Which I shoulda put at the start as it's a classic case for f**kscuppering things
Ayuss...music runs & cuts deep...all sortsa intergalactic sillybilly, bereaved Mexican ballad-monging, Cow&Tree, general Tramp Chaos - The Jesus & Mary Chain, Fields of the Nephilim Big Black, Maria McKee, Tex & the Horseheads, Johnny Thunders, Lords of the New Church, 16 Horsepower, Demented Are Go, Voice of the Beehive, Leonard Cohen, & on & on...