I wouldn’t normally use a medium like this to comment on terrorist attacks. I wouldn’t normally comment at all. The reaction of someone like me is meaningless next to the pain and horror felt by the families and friends of anyone affected. Their voices mean so much more than mine, and I can do nothing but show sorrow and support.
But the attack in Manchester yesterday shook me, as it did with Kier, for different reasons to the deaths around the world reported in the news every day. They don’t mean any more, or any less, than lives in Syria, Turkey or Westminster. They just feel so much closer.
We’ve been blogging for a little while now, or rather I should say that Michael has and I’ve just shared his hard work… so I thought it only fitting to intermingle his rather eloquent words with my, lets call them ‘rugged’ ones.
I wanted to talk a little about where we’re at and I guess more specifically about how I feel at this point. This has all been a pretty interesting process and as things develop I find myself musing more on the way things were, how they are now and what continues to make me happy. In the early days of my musical adventure the only way you were ever able to rise above the noise, especially being f...
Friday was the first time I played guitar on stage in more than four years. I’d forgotten that guitar was my first love, until we kicked into the first riff of Let it Out and I remembered everything.
I’ve recorded guitar, and I’ve played keyboard on stage, but it’s not the same. With keyboards, or a piano. You move around the instrument, and any physicality in the way you play is all about pouring yourself into the thing. But it’s fixed, it doesn’t play you back.
Guitar is different. It moves with you. You dance with a guitar, and I’m a terrible dancer. Joan Jett said “My guitar is not a thing. It is an extension of mysel...