Drumsticks
I told this John I’d be wearing a leather jacket and be reading a copy of Slaughterhouse 5, but I needn’t have bothered. No one else in here looks remotely like they might be in the market for Keith Moon’s last ever drumstick. So I’m not reading the book. I’m just looking at the barmaid.
By Jason Jackson.
Unsworth on O’Neill
As mentioned elsewhere… Digging The Vein by Tony O’Neill (Wrecking Ball Press, £9.95) From Hull’s fearless Wrecking Ball Press comes a new author, who, despite his tender years, has rendered a noir to stand up there with labelmates Dan Fante and Charles Bukowski. This is Tony O’Neill’s memoir of his passage from rising indie music […]