“Pulling the sheets up over my face. The only place I know I’ll feel safe.” I’m So Hollow are laying siege to a monstrous slab of rock entitled ‘I Don’t Know’. I…

The pub is called The Penguin; it is so far off our usual patch that we might as well be hanging out with the Emperors and Rockhoppers down at the South Pole. Lower Shiregreen might…

“School’s out for summer. School’s out forever.” Sing it Alice. That’s it. Finished. Done. Seven years. Two and a half thousand days from pre-teen to young adult. From ‘The Beano’ to Eno,…

One year and one month to the day since our first encounter [https://www.mylifeinthemoshofghosts.com/2014/08/20/be-bop-deluxe-sheffield-city-hall-13th-february-1978/] , my teenage music hero Bill Nelson returns to Sheffield City Hall with a new band,…

“So, thanks to all at once and to each one, whom we invite to see us crowned at Scone.” “Very good Roger, except it’s pronounced ‘Scoon’”. “But Sir, it says ‘Scone’ here, you could…

A drab, grey plastic mould chair, scuffed black metal legs akimbo, spins through the air above the ready-rubbed tobacco floor - an unhinged Apollo lunar lander in search of its own Sea Of Tranquillity. Its…