York
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We’ll need a bigger boat this time
You know you’re in trouble on an English train when they start handing out tiny bottles of water. Such was the case on a rainy Sunday afternoon at York Central. My train home was on time until, two minutes before it was due, it wasn’t. An announcement: “for the attention of passengers on platform 3:… Read more
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Jeffrey Lewis & The Voltage + David Cronenberg’s Wife, The Crescent, York
This review first appeared in The Morning Star In a working men’s club turned community venue in Old York, indie kids young and old are out in force to see Jeffrey Lewis: New York’s finest, and possibly only, comic book artist, perma-touring troubadour, DIY garage-rock musician, and anti-folk songwriter. What is anti-folk? Tom, singer in… Read more
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Songwriting is like welding two cars together but you don’t know where either car came from
I was going to go to an open mic tonight, and practiced three songs of mine and one cover in preparation. I then banged my head on the entrance to a medieval alley – York, knock it all down and start again – and took longer than I expected to make dinner. And lo, was… Read more
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Heading up the Ouse
Greetings from York, where I am cat sitting Maisie and Poppy, old friends both, near what once was York City’s football ground, Bootham Crescent. (Very cheap looking houses are currently being built on what was once the pitch; I give them twenty years.) I’m not able to do much in the way of exercise at… Read more
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