Art Sex MusicFaber & Faber, 4. apr. 2017 - 384 síður A SUNDAY TIMES, TELEGRAPH, ROUGH TRADE, PITCHFORK AND UNCUT MUSIC BOOK OF THE YEAR |
From inside the book
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... space behind it. I could hardly move. Then Dad would close the Perspex top and clip it shut. It was like a coffin to me. Despite being disciplined for my numerous misdemeanours, I don't think of myself as having been badly treated – not ...
... space as he launched himself into his inimitable crazy dance. He was the most tattooed person I'd met and would proudly show me whatever new work he'd had done – notably the 'Raymond' on the inside of his bottom lip. He relished telling ...
... space, but we were corralled into a smallish area where a load of booze was laid out and we all proceeded to get a bit drunk(er). The whole set- up didn't feel right and I suggested we three headed to the loo together to talk ... about ...
... space of time. My relationship with Steve B. proved to be the crucial turning point in my life. My world opened up in ways I'd hoped for but never thought possible. The words 'groovy', 'man', 'far out', 'plastic', 'bad scene', 'don't ...
... space from the stage to the edges of the field and up into the sky, enveloping me in blissful waves of ecstasy. I didn't see much of Steve and Jo but I remember lying with Ez on a mattress in the band's van (a converted ambulance). We ...