Advent meditation

I like to think of myself as a pretty consistent person. I look askance with a certain smugness at the … More

Head. Space.

As the book might say, it’s been a while, hasn’t it? As the book also might say, I have been … More

Harold Budd, May 24, 1936 – December 8, 2020 I am reposting this piece today in memory of Harold Budd, … More

I started a bit of a thing for Max Richter a while ago. Then gave up. Last autumn I came … More

Dear Mark I am sorry it has taken so long to getting round to writing to you, not least because … More

Well, by tomorrow night, we might be out. Crashed out with no deal or sailing into a bright future presaged … More

I first heard the music of Susumu Yokota in the flat of my friends Luke and Caroline, sometime in the … More

In The Year of Living Deeply I am trying to attend to the things which feed me very much (family; … More

His real name was Crispin. Bespectacled, quiffed, bandy legged, Ken wore the aloof expression of the terminally lonely, a tilt of … More

When I began to recover from my treatment for non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma in 2006 this lovely article about Nick Drake’s Northern … More