Ever since Joe Pasquale sang "I know a song that'll get on your nerves, get on your nerves, get on your nerves...", repeatedly, I have loved a good earworm. If you haven't heard of the term, an earworm is a catchy piece of music that repeats in a person's mind, long after they've stopped listening to the actual song.
After the concert finished we packed up, headed back to the boats and motored out onto the canal proper. As we moored up at the towpath and re-joined the London we knew, it was like returning from Narnia.
Ok, I don't know Mick Jagger personally though he was kind enough to pose for this recent selfie and made my two kids very happy. (Thanks, Sir M, you're a gent!) What I do know, from my own lifetime in the performing arts, is that he and other musicians understand time rather differently to the rest of the world.
After scratching just under the surface of chart success for about a decade, The Black Keys finally hit the big time around 2011 with El Camino, a foot-stomping, drumming-on-the-wheel, open top American road trip album if there ever was one.
So 2014 comes to an end and another skull crushingly dull X-Factor winner tops the charts. Yay! But leaving Nicki Minaj's dreadfully inept Anaconda and Avril Levigne's hilariously awful Hello Kitty! aside, it's actually been a great year for music and some genuinely enjoyable songs have sailed its waves. Yarrrr!
Do people really understand what it's like to be the parent of a child prodigy? My son Shane Thomas has been hailed as Britain's Mozart and he started composing classical music, aged seven, just three weeks after he first sat at a piano. Since then I've come to realise that having a gifted child, presents you with many challenges and obstacles too.
Shane started to have a keen interest in playing the piano, when he was three years old and for no apparent reason, drew a time signature perfectly, which he went around showing people. He insisted that he could actually play a piano, if he was given access to one. Unfortunately, his mother thought the whole thing was a lot of nonsense. Shane decided to use an old rug as an imaginary piano, which he drew piano keys on.
What have I read, what have I learned, what have I proved to myself, that's what I want to know. Not about the random highs, but the necessary and sustained lows. Not about the chaos, but about the easy order of silence. Bloody 'ell I sound like a Vulcan. But no, seriously, my point is, I think 2014 has made me a better artist.
These are men of the north country, a happy band of brothers who have staked their future on one roll of the dice. Or so it would seem were it not for the man who has stepped in to back the musical endeavours of Manchester-based band, Alias Kid.
Ella on the Run caught the music industry's attention earlier this year when she featured on Glastonbury's Emerging Artist list. I first got to know Ella on the Run when she released her single Golden Boys.
If you went into a record shop and bought a CD - I know, it doesn't happen very often any more - of your favourite band and you found out that the money you paid was mostly going to the act that sold the most records that week and not your favourite band then you would be rightly miffed. Unfortunately, the current Spotify model works just like that.
Fresh from the release of their new album(s) I had a chat with, drummer, Santos Montano of Old Man Gloom about music and messing with the press.
For me, the idea of 'campaigning' isn't something I was completely aware that I did. I've always been the type of person to chase down every opportunity ferociously and, as a music leader, offering opportunities and sharing my experience is at the core of what I do...
Next door from me is a blue plaque remembering the tenancy of one Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. Soho's enduring attraction as a global destination has always depended on building around and adding to what has gone before. Not by removing it. Not by demolishing it.
I am in London to interview Key Kobayashi, elusive producer of heavy metal upstarts, Babymetal. It is lashing with rain and everyone is lost inside the Brixton Academy venue or stuffing their faces with chicken at Nandos.
Why are music venues in the UK dropping like flies? Is it due to abatement notices and local council bureaucracy? Is it down to young people now believing that music careers are achieved by attending auditions for TV shows? Thanks a bunch, Simon Cowell!