Tag: Music
I always imagined that for my first ever night at the opera I would behave much like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman: crying so much as to almost pee my pants/liking it more than Pirates of Penzance.
Jealous of the endless parties and events that the Made in Chelsea set seem to solely exist to decorate? Me too. Luckily, I have a few ‘industry’ friends who hook me up with freebies from time to time: club memberships, free fashion shows, miniature-sized food (somehow tastes better), goodie bags …
When I go to the gym my aims are threefold: get in, get out, and try not to sweat over a stranger. I’ve perfected the gym wardrobe to white trainers with pink laces (because I think I’m 10), a black vest (slimming) and purple ‘yoga pants’ (which fold over and …
We’re waiting in Vom 1. Months of early-morning dance rehearsals all come down to this. Immune to 80,000 noisy ticket holders outside, all we hear are instructions from Gina, our Manc director and segment chartist, on our in-ear radios. It’s 9.57pm on Friday 27th July 2012, and we’re about to …
As daft, nonsensical comedy goes, I’m not generally a fan. Sure, I enjoy Basil Fawlty’s führer walk as much as the next Brit-gold appreciator, but – don’t shoot me – I can give or take the kind of US humour found in Ferrell’s Anchorman. Which is why it startles me …
It’s not often I feel like crying at gigs. Yes, I do enjoy a good cry most days and most trivial things (my mum was right; it does get worse as you get older), but not at a gig. Gigs for me are synonymous with a lot of waiting around, …
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: years come in waves. Some high, some low, and some extremely rocky waters. This year has been a high, for so many reasons that I’ve unfathomably decided to do what I don’t usually: bear a little more soul for others to …
On the 26th July 2011, Amy Winehouse was cremated. This strikes me as slightly strange since burial, not cremation, is the traditional Jewish rite. But I can understand the will that her grave not be made into a shrine. An equivalent to the Jim Morrison Paris pilgrimage to Edgwarebury Cemetery …
Last night I was brought along to the Made in Japan benefit, an ATP Concert (All Tomorrow’s Parties) thrown to raise funds for the Japanese disaster.
Well I was hardly going to turn down an invitation to this, was I? Mark Frith, Editor of Time Out magazine and former editor of Heat and Sky magazines, was going to be speaking at a UJIA media networking event called ‘Magazines Exposed’. And I was going to be sitting …