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‘You know your Prem Uncle? Him and his family helped me so much when we came to this country. Even my own flesh and blood haven’t helped me like this.’ Dad told me this story a few times a day. The Alzheimers had been diagnosed not long ago. He didn’t understand it. Not sure he […]

Tom’s replacement hadn’t worked out. We played our last gig and that was that. Then there was space. A lot of space.  Zaki I think was excited about a life. He was young and was excited about what was next. We lost touch for a while.  A depression that I had tried to suppress for many years […]

Drunk after watching the footy with my nephews and dad downstairs, I zig-zagged upstairs with an envelope in my hand with the words ‘rocks in your head’ scribbled on. The English translation of a scalding from mum tickled me. I switched on the tele, and on it, Hitchcock’s ‘Vertigo’ triggered my routine. I snatched at […]

‘Lads I got a new a song’. It was Come In Me. It was special. Before this Sarb had presented songs like Footsteps. This came out of nowhere really. He told us it was a mad song, and it was only two chords. And it was. And it was. A song that was authentic. That […]

Tom worked a full time job. I worked part time. When I worked at all. At the hospital doing an admin job. But we did the band full time. I called him 5-10 times a day to discuss the band. We would talk about how to break through every day. Fine tuning our marketing. Discussing […]

It was our first proper gig… the Torrington Arms in Finchley was loud and messy. Everyone we knew, that could be bothered, came to it, and everyone was impressed that we had gotten a band together. We were probably shit. But we did it. We were impressed that we had gotten our shit together. Caernavon […]

‘I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad?’ The tell-tale heart, Edgar Allen Poe In the little room in the loft… Meditation was not yet a weapon in my war against insomnia… I lay there anxious about it sometimes – most […]

My best mate Vik put me on to Sarb. The three of us worked at WHSmiths at Heathrow Terminal 4 but I never met Sarb cos he worked Saturdays. I didn’t. Sarb could play drums. As soon as I was aware of him, he was in the band. As soon as Vik had mentioned he […]

The poor fellas were trying really hard to draw out some conversation from me. I drank more Spanish liquor with the hope that it would inspire words. Nothing. I gurgled something at one point though. And missed my mouth when I took a sip trying to practice nonchalance. They slowly gave up. And I got […]

The pint bubbled. The glass struggled to contain it. And we watched it intently and the words that described it danced on top of the bubbles. And then we went back to mine. And I sat in front of The Beatles chord book that taught me how to play guitar. I opened the book and […]