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I started my writing career proper at university. I’d always written little bits – you can’t be surrounded by books all your life and not have your imagination fired – but I’d never thought of being published. These things didn’t happen, not to normal people like me. Writers all lived somewhere else in a big block of flats and had been writing all their lives.

The reason I got into writing was because I was going to a gig. Now, I went to loads of gigs at university, but I seem to recall I was going to see the Manics on my own dime and wanted to know if the university paper, the Ripple, wanted a review. Nobody I knew read the university paper. They seemed to pile them up outside the union bar (the Redfearn), where they stood ignored for about a month before being binned. I didn’t even know where the Ripple offices were when I went to make an offer, and had to get one of the cleaners to point it out.

The office was organised chaos. I was directed to a very tall blonde girl called Lucy who, if she wasn’t part of Great Britain’s Olympic hockey team in 2012 I’ll be amazed, and who turned out to be the co-editor of the music section. She heard my offer, and then shot back with her own – did I fancy being interviewed for her position?

It was one of those sliding doors moments: we get to recognise few of them in life. So I said yes, and her, Allie and the newspaper’s editor Liz took me up to the bar to interview me then and there. I babbled incoherently (I recall strongly responding to one of their queries with a long-winded stream of nothing and then ‘So, to answer your question, I don’t know). I left the Redfearn, in a daze, and took a call that my best friend had fallen down a flight of stairs and was in hospital. About an hour later, I took another call from Lucy offering me the editor’s gig.


So that’s how I became a writer, and it was bloody ace. Well, writing about music should be, shouldn’t it? Hence why I did it on and off for about a decade, before being paid in CDs wasn’t as good at age thirty as it was at age twenty-one. So here are some links to things I’ve done – not everything, because some of it is crap (the Ripple stuff is largely execrable) and you won’t recognise stuff from the turn of the Millennium anyway – but enough to show you what I was about.

SINGLE REVIEWS (first two for Ripple, the rest for various websites)

Muse - 'Feeling Good'
Serafin - 'Serafin EP1'
The Brent Flood - 'The Autumn 2007 EP'
The Domino State - 'What's The Question'
The Heart Strings - 'Jose Fernandez'
Heat From A Dead Star - 'The Lighthouse EP'

ALBUM REVIEWS (first three for Ripple, restfor websites)

 The Charlatans - Wonderland
Devics - My Beautiful Sinking Ship
The Strokes - Is This It
Alex Cornish - Until The Traffic Stops
The Juice - Blood For Water
Reuben's Thread feat. Rachael Rachael - Colour Me Blue
Von Sudenfed - Tromatic Reflexxions
ZallaNayver - Searching For Random

LIVE REVIEWS (first two appeared in Ripple, the rest for various print media in the Midlands)

 Carling Leeds Weekend 2001
Stereophonics (Birmingham NIA 20/11/01)
Kraftwerk (Carlong Apollo Manchester, 17/03/04)
The Open (Walsall Wharf 03/04/04)
James Dean Bradfield (Birmingham Barfly 11/10/06)
Manic Street Preachers (Wolverhampton Civic 21/05/07)

MISC ARTICLES (The Message all appeared in Ripple, the other article either appeared on or was unused for a regular site I was published on called Tasty Fanzine. If you're reading Shane, hello!)

 The Message 1
The Message 3
The Message 7
Ten Reasons I Love Kraftwerk

FANZINES

Leathered/Shot Down on the Pavement

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