May contain a heavy dose of Jim Kerr
All things related to Mr Jim Kerr
Yeah. Because some of us only miss you every second of every day and are made to feel like a sychotic lunatic for asking/enquiring/saying about it endlessly. So…I look in on FB for the first time in nearly a week, and it just compounds everything I have been feeling lately. I honestly do not know…
It seemed a repeat from some time back. One I seemed to miss at the time – or at least missed catching a copy of the interview for posting here. Anyway, here it is. Enjoy.
A few of my very favourite Virginia Turbett photos currently on display in my bedroom…
Nae travel…
My own headspace. My own inability to get out of what seems to “help”. It’s habitual. Like a drug. He’s a drug I can’t escape. My heroin. My life. My wife. Lou. He’s your bard. Sweet irony…
From the latest edition of Long Live Vinyl. A timely nod to Pripton. I guess he’s the reason this blog exists after all… Personally, I still think Dead Vandals was the better song, but was obviously less ‘punk’ in the strictest musical notation terms. Thank god it was the B Side at least.
OD-ing on this sweaty, snake-hipped absolute sex god adonis. Gorgeousness of Glasgow. I just…need him today. You make it go away, and you make it worse all at the same time. I adore you, and I don’t care if you think me a lunatic. Well, I do. And you no doubt do. So be it….
A deliberate ‘typo’ on my part, that title… Most fans are talking about dates and wanting news…or if they’re not, they’re going on about how they miss how the band “really were”… “back then” when they (the fans, that is) were teens. Some are reminiscing about Street Fighting Years, which is all well and good…
Just been trying to keep myself entertained while being bailed up at home. Been doing bits every day. Jim. Charlie. Now Ged. I’d like to think I have good enough photos to make a piece for every member of the band, but think I’ll struggle for Berenice and Cherisse. They’re just too far back from…