Just clicked on the Kraftwerk tickets link and it asked me to prove I wasn't a robot. Hardly in the spirit of things

Never mind Slow Horses lad, Brookside’s back next month (for one night only)

Dungeness pylons

By the time I was living in Liverpool in the late 80s it was all Marillion t-shirts. Brilliant read. I did some work once with Nick Mason and mentioned the whole scally-Floyd thing. “Yes, I heard something about that. I’m guessing it was drug-related.” “Yeah, I’m guessing.”

Quartet of hardbacks bought this week in New York (and hell yeah a toy pizza rat) #NewYork1960sUnderground #AndyWarhol #Edie #TheFactory #TalkingHeads #CBGB #Downtown #VanityFair #CondeNastExpenseAccounts #PizzaRat

Geeking out over the vintage mixing desk onstage at #Stereophonic at Duke of York’s Theatre. The play features a fictional (Meetwood Flac?) Anglo-American, male-female, drug-addled (the actors have lots of lines) mid-70s, five-piece band going into meltdown in the studio. It’s brilliantly done.

Will Sergeant, Weird As Fish

I’m definitely going to watch A Thousand Blows (got to love Stephen Graham), but every time I see it advertised anywhere it immediately makes me think of The 400 Blows. Which now I really, really want to watch again (got a dvd copy gathering dust up in the loft somewhere)

From new Cafe Royal Books photozine “The Velvet Underground, New York 1965–66”, by Adam Ritchie. Never get bored of looking at photos of the Velvets, ever since buying Victor Bockris’ Uptight sometime back in the 80s.

Brian Eno at the British Library tonight, discussing attention, boredom and “what art does”.

Pretty appalling photo of Kevin Cummins I quickly took during his very entertaining talk at the Iconic Images Gallery, London, tonight

I built these, can you tell? 😂 #jazzmaster

Just got the lovely vinyl issue of @bunnymen.com’s What Are You Going To Do With Your Life?, which comes with a numbered CD single of Rust. And I am Number Six. Puts on Patrick McGoohan voice: “Who is Number One?”

Have to be honest, I’ve never really bothered with graphic novels, but loved this. Brings back lots of memories of living in late 1980s Liverpool. Thanks @thechrisshepherd.bsky.social

Of course London's a big place, it's a very big place, Mr Shadrack. A man could lose himself in London. Looooose himself. Looooose himself... LOSE HIMSELF IN LONDON!

Brilliant couple of hours at Bill Drummond and Tam Dean Burn event this afternoon. Listened to Gaelic psalm-style versions of Bunnymen, Teardrops and Wild Swans songs (a film soundtrack, possibly, hopefully) and got to experience the remarkable Tin Tabernacle in Kilburn. What a place.

Ooh, look at that.

New Vic Godard. Love how the old school white sleeve brings back memories of buying classic singles from market stalls on Saturday mornings. (Music’s really good too!)

“Pat, Pat, look what you done to me.”