Bishop of Terni day. Postscripts 17. Lux Interior RIP. Miles Davis in Glasgow.
Ifandyou check out this month's 'From the Vaults', you'll see that the February entry is a prose/poem/thing called 'The Only Ones that Matter', which appeared in the late-lamented 'Here and Now' magazine, a magazine that took a lot of stories from me before folding - not my fault, honest!and I was inspired byandreading a library book about holidays and festivals, and once the story of Valentine, the Bishop of Terni, was inside my head, it refused to let go. I like it, I hope you do too, and I'm probably going to reading it on Thursday the 10th in Glasgow with some of the Read Raw crew.

I got 'Postscripts 17' through the post with 'Where I Went On My Holidays' in the line up, my first published Uncle Jack story. I'm chuffed by being in such a great title as 'Postscripts' - now to send Pete Crowther the sequel.

It was my dad's birthday on the 4th of February. He's an old guy, born the same year as Ray Bradbury and Glasgow's great 'makar', Edwin Morgan. More power to them, I say, but sad to pick up on the All Hallows group, the death of Lux Interior, lead singer with 'The Cramps' on the same day. I never caught them live, but watching them was like watching your television as it turned into a tumble-dryer, a whirling, dervish thing that could spin off anywhere. Jim Steelandsaw them live, and tells the story over at his site, which for some reason reminds me a lot of a disasterous appearance in Glasgow by Miles Davis back in the 1970s, I think, which is a long storyandabout how not to start a concert. Iandcaught Miles in Glasgow in the 1990s - the last of seven times I saw him live, and probably the worst, but that's another long story as well.


By: Ian Hunter On Friday, 06 February 2009 Comment Comments( 0 ) Hits Views(2023)