What I remember most about my first time listening to The Pastels was that it was outdoors in a public park just outside Gurnee, Il., and some kid with a Jewfro, wearing a Fred Perry shirt played a cassette tape labeled “Scottish Indie”. These were the delicate days of me graduating from the 14-16 year old snotty punk rocker into a somewhat more sophisticated listener of music, that I feel at 29, I’m almost on my way to becoming. That […]
“I’m not as sad as Doestoevsky, I’m not as clever as Mark Twain”
I’ve drifted off in thought and considered what my life over the last ten years would be like without Stuart Murdoch, and it was pretty grim. That would mean that first off, I’d never have heard his band Belle and Sebastian, a group I have been obsessed with since my first listening to (what I consider to be their best album) Tigermilk so many moons ago. It also means I might never have worked with reckless abandon, in those dark […]