I’ve never felt able to wear leggings of any kind. I haven’t had the right legs for them, not since they were invented. My calves have been far too big; my thighs elephantine; my bum… well, the less said about that, the better. 905 more words
Tags » Eighties Music
I read Giles Smith’s Lost in Music recently: got it second hand in Leith Walk’s excellent music and bookshop, Elvis Shakespeare. A journalist of some repute as well as, apparently, ghost writer for Tom Jones and Rod Stewart, Smith is the same age as me, so part of the appeal of his book was the bit about growing up and having your formative experiences in pop music filtered through that particular time period. 1,449 more words
Way back in 2011-12, I was unemployed, and it was really rough out there in the job market. Nobody was hiring. For anything.
It was easy to get discouraged, after sending out resume after resume after resume. 363 more words
There is nothing more in this world I love more then singing. Going one step further, there are few things I love in this world more then singing 80’s music… the very music that made me realize… “Hey I can do that”. 284 more words
There used to be a record store on St. Mark’s place called Sounds. I went there pretty regularly for at least a decade. When I was first allowed to go to “the city” as a teenager, this was one of the spots my girlfriends and I would hit, along with Flip and Unique Boutique and a few other places. 341 more words