part bastard, part punk-rocker. all round clown shoes. i was dropped on my head about 3 times when i was a kid. in year 1 of primary school i shoved a dried pea up my nose to pretend it was a bogey. i had to go to hospital. nowts changed.
tour:
the power of the riff, metaphors, tea, playing guitar in bed, playing guitar in a band, playing guitar with my dad in the pub (don't do this enough!), going on tour, the human condition, new places, getting rowdy, making big fuck-off lists, drumming, bumming, history, philosophy, being inappropriate, learning, offending/being a polite motherfucker, creating, destroying, writing, the art of the heckle, reading the paper and having a tab, tea, fry ups.....
the macc lads.
righteous rock 'n roll... bluegrass, cuntry, punk rock, blues, loads! fuck your elitism. as far as hardcore goes: neggy proach, out cold, kill your idols, bad brains, black flag = come see yer dad. this week i've mostley been listening to the dead boys, the nerve agents, maylene and the sons of disaster, cancer bats, down III, public image ltd, pere ubu, nick cave, the small faces + young james long
willow, lost boys, platoon, evil dead, E.T, walk the line, once were warriors, falling down...
king of the hill, curb your enthusiasm, vic & bob, red dwarf, the news, big train, young ones, partridge, the day today, brass eye, heroes... some other shite. ..
recommend me stuff... currentley: the hiram key
my friends.