One of my favourite singers is one-time Blue Nile man Paul Buchanan. Here’s a link to an interview with Bob Harris. http://paulbuchanan.com/paul-on-bob-harriss-radio-2-show/ And here is Paul singing live. Just him and his mate on a Rowland piano.
Continue reading →Here’s a link to a song I wrote with Steve Thompson for our musical STEEL TOWN I dug it out because I like the song. http://stmedia.bandcamp.com/album/steel-town-original-cast
Continue reading →‘Goodbye’ features in The Time Office New and Selected Poems From Red Squirrel Press Here I am reading the poem with music, visuals and production by Steve Thompson You can buy the ‘Voices’ album in which ‘Goodbye’ features here: http://stmedia.bandcamp.com/album/voices
Continue reading →He sits at the back of the class. The teachers blurred voice distant as if talking in the school’s echoing corridor or in some distant swimming baths. Teachers suspect drugs. Everyone leaves a force field around him as if touching … Continue reading →
I’ll tell him, no bother. Big shit. Might call round to see him before I have a drink. Aa could put aa brick through his windaa. Not worth the slavva: police, court, fine. Aa better watch it after I’ve had … Continue reading →
‘Poetry That Matters’ The Echo Room which was started by Brendan Cleary in 1985 returns in all its gloriousness. Yes the magazine I always used to love along with The Wide Skirt and Dog makes a wonderful return. In over … Continue reading →
Will be performed at Daltons at the Customs House on Friday August 17th. To book your ticket ring the Customs House on 0191-4541234 MEN OF TYNE consists of six new songs, written by Ian Ravenscroft and Tom Kelly and short … Continue reading →
Waiting (For Swan Hunter, Hawthorn Leslie, Palmers) The bus stop has fewer passengers waiting at seven o’clock in the morning. More women now, they huddle and flick cigarettes that pin prick the gloom, odd laughs hitting the silence. The yards … Continue reading →
Our heads boil, red patches smirk on arms and faces; bedroom’s cool as we lie not pretending to be dead. Lamp-light crucifies the floor, half-lost on the oblong off-cut carpet, bought from the unsmiling Provident man. Rain flutters the window, … Continue reading →
SWAN HUNTER CRANES (Demolition Friday June 4th, 11.00 a.m. 2010) i.m. Marty Kerrigan “I maintained the cranes for five years.” He felt disjointed, ill-at-ease, didn’t know why. Dreams about climbing cranes, wind hanging out his overalls, watering eyes, stuck to … Continue reading →