I have to peer closely. Is that really us?
We had a slim record collection in which a Texan crooner loomed large.
How do you get to Carnegie Hall? Practise — with a metronome
Musically, I was the horse that always crashed into the first fence.
In 1979 our (tiny) college socialist society debated Orwell’s famous question My Country: Right or Left?
Our household functioned like a budget cruise ship in the mid 1970s, a no-frills liner with the loosest of dress codes. The hub, the…
A chance encounter with David Bowie when I was fourteen.
I was the child everyone loves — a very fussy eater with a long list of foods I would not countenance trying.
My father was hospitable to a fault