He recoils with a faintly amused expression on his face, shrugs, then glances around for an appropriate piece of hardware with which to impale me. He seizes a nearby spare mic stand, and so begins a Tom and Jerry style chase around the backstage area, me leaping over flight cases and knocking guitars to the floor in my efforts to escape... My tour bus dreams are getting stranger.
Aside from playing in The Posies, Jon's solo work has also received high praise and a strong cult following. If all that wasn't impressive enough, Auer was also a member of the reformed Big Star. A life well spent indeed.
Glyndebourne is to opera what Glastonbury is to pop music. A summer festival that becomes an opportunity to experience the best in the classical music arena and to have a good time while having a picnic. The appreciation of the sheep is optional.
You can take the girl out of England, but not the England out of the girl, at least when jazz was concerned. Despite spending most of her long adult life in the States, she never renounced her British citizenship, and was appointed OBE in 2010.
Last night saw the announcement of the nominees for this year's AIM Independent Music Awards, and as I watched our presenters reveal the labels and artists that feature in this year's nominees list, I felt great pride that I get to work with the people responsible for some of the best music in the world.
I've always found it a bit embarrassing telling people I'm a rapper. I'm very aware of some of the connotations that can accompany rap music, and I've often worried that people would develop an inaccurate opinion of me if they viewed me as a 'rapper', without actually hearing my music.
In terms of the aesthetic portrayal of women to be something attainable, responsibility lays at the hands of labels and advertising agencies and fashion magazines. What is promoted as healthy and all encompassing and desirable is actually unobtainable. This isn't adhering to the human condition, this is exploiting and manipulating it for monetary gain. The only reality going on here is a lining of the coffers
The incomparable Laura Mvula hosted an intimate album playback listening session, for the remake of her debut album ''Sing to the moon''. Singer-song writer Laura has rerecorded her critically acclaimed debut album at the Abbey Road Studios with the Metropole Orchestra, conducted by Jules Buckley.
With artists from across the world descending on Austin's SXSW festival in Texas, Jungle's performances represented a movement towards bucking the egotistical media trend. Not appearing in any of their videos, pictures or artwork and boycotting twitter, their live performance speaks louder than any social media timeline.
"The music business has become dull," says Jah Wobble. "It's like one big heritage site. I avoid it like the plague because it's full of businessmen bores, a lot of whom are too old to try anything else. It's a dead zone."
It's very easy to be cynical about festivals. It's becoming ever more popular to criticise the expensive glut of weekend music party's in fields than to appreciate exactly how vital they are to the culture of the UK.
I like to consider myself somewhat of a WOMAD veteran having first witnessed it's hippies and world music and incense and chai as a wide eyed 14 year old. It's changed a lot over the years but it's still my favourite festival.
A wise man recently introduced me to the idea that fans of bands can be measured on a score of 1 - 6. Kind of like a musical dice or an adapted Net Promoter Score.
More soulful than FKA Twigs' unsettling grace and with less sex than Kelela and BANKS, Laura Jae nevertheless fits into the new class of young female artists making pop interesting again. She counts Aaliyah, Bjork and James Blake as influences; The Weeknd with his 'weird mysterious aura' is her dream collaboration.
There have been some mixed messages from the George Michael camp this week. The weekend was full of reports of friends' 'concern' for the reclusive star as he was, according to them, tucked up in his beautiful North London mansion, refusing to see anyone, embarrassed by apparent weight gain, and scars on his head sustained by his tumble onto the M1 last year.
It's P-Funk royalty in the shape of George Clinton, a musical totem who, since his doo-wop days as a boy in the 1950s through to the funk, soul, psychedelia and rock of Parliament in the '60s and '70s, has woven P-Funk into an enduring message that sounds as fresh today as it did in 1970 when his band Funkadelic released Free Your Mind...And Your Ass Will Follow.