Last Friday on my morning commute, something happened to trigger my memory of a pop song that was released at the turn of this century. It's a pop song which I now consider to be one of the best ever made, and that song, which I'm sure will come as no surprise, is the former number-two banger Kids by Robbie Williams and Kylie Minogue...
It has become almost a mantra, there's no protest music any more, discuss. In the mainstream maybe, though Beyoncé for one by following up her embrac...
I don't think it should be banned but I can't help thinking that it really does depict a very disturbing story. I can't help looking at it as an ex police officer - as if it really happened - thats because it has happened - all too often.
When the band I was in was gathering interest from the music industry in the mid 1970s, we weren't having to compete with Gerry and the Pacemakers, The Searchers, The Hollies, The Tremolos, the Four Pennies, Heinz, Wayne Fontana, Amen Corner and all those other great bands from the 1960s, because they had either moved on to other careers or had jumped to the cabaret circuit.
Every protest needs a soundtrack. The American civil rights movement was accompanied by Bob Dylan's Blowin' In The Wind - in Britain Thatcher's decima...
Quite unexpectedly in 2016, instead of sticking our girl power fingers in the air, we're going to be dusting off our combat trousers and pretending that we're just not that interested in anything.
Often dubbed the 'UK's oldest raver', Brighton's own legend, Disco Pete, is 80 years old this year and has literally danced his way through his retirement. He has a rather large following, with over 10,000 fans of the Facebook page his daughter set up.
Over the time I have been working as a musician in the industry, there have been a number of notable occasions that need calling out. I have had men ask to have a picture with me and aim from the tits down.
I'm writing this blog on a plane, unable to sleep, having sniffled into a hanky for the first three hours. I'm on my way to do the thing I love the most... tour. That's right I'm a musician, with a new album to promote, who lives to tour.
However, this year seems to be slightly different, with the entire line up feeling the wrath of music lovers via social media, whether they have tickets or not. Disappointing and underwhelming seem to be the biggest takeaway from all the tweets and posts.
For us, it was everything. It was our weekend. It was amazing music. It was amazing atmospheres. It was amazing dancing. It was letting your hair down. It was having fun with your mates. It was forgetting your world and escaping. It was getting dressed up. It was getting drunk. It was meeting new boyfriends and girlfriends. It was feeling free.
Anyone taking a casual look at the coverage the Stones gig is receiving in the British press would be forgiven for thinking they have broken new ground with their Cuban show. They haven't. The Manic Street Preachers did in 2001.
Everyone has had their own gateway into alternative/indie music. The Cure, The Smiths, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Sonic Youth, The Stone Roses - they've all provided a door through which to enter the alternative grotto of delights. For me, that door was The Wonder Stuff.
I went in wanting her to win me over. She didn't win me over. She had me hook, line and f**king sinker. From the very first note. (This is coming from someone who couldn't even stomach sitting through a whole Adele single, let alone an album, just shut your whining was always the first thing that came to mind!)
HIV shouldn't have the stigma that it has. Visiting Body and Soul has made me proud that I'm involved with Sport Relief. I'm incredibly grateful that I can help. People can live with it and be incredible. It's definitely opened my eyes that much wider and opened my mind that much further.
This month hasn't just been one day of International Women's Day activity; there have been events every single day. In the same way that October in th...