Pity poor Tracey Evans, the object of my affection, as she arrives to work to find another token of my ardour on her desk. Here’s my debut album. “You don’t have a record…

Brick by brick, I have started to dismantle the lighthouse-sized torch I have been carrying for Sheena Gates [https://www.mylifeinthemoshofghosts.com/2015/08/30/the-halle-orchestra-sheffield-city-hall-saturday-6th-october-1979/] . Our on/off relationship has been flickering intermittently since…

“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…

Timbo’s Dad was a cop. Plain clothes, CID. Through his connections on Sheffield’s night-life scene he engineered a gig for our band, The Sounds, at a salubrious spot called Baileys, just a collar-feel…