Vinyl Stories: Quadrophenia
Some albums you listen to. Some you fall for. And then there are the ones that just move in and never bloody leave. Quadrophenia is one of those for me. It’s a rare thing, when a film and its soundtrack get you in exactly the same way. Rarer still when they’re still doing it decades…
Berlin, You Absolute Nightmare. I Love You.
I’ve just come back from London. And after a few days in a city where people queue at bus stops as though it were the most natural thing in the world, I’m sitting on the S-Bahn heading into Mitte thinking: Yes. Right. That’s how it was. If you’re visiting Berlin, there are a few things…
Vinyl Stories: Joined Up Writing
The 1980s were a decade of becoming. Not just growing older, but becoming someone. Learning who you were by learning who moved you, which voices reached in and rearranged something inside you that hadn’t quite found its shape yet. Depeche Mode gave me the New Romantic shimmer, that particular longing that felt almost too beautiful…
