“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 […]

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