Rock bands used to be mysterious organizations. Fandom was an exercise in extreme patience. You whiled away the hours in monk-like private study of records, lyrics, and liner notes. A new song or video or interview hit like a scientist’s “eureka” moment, offering a new lens through which to explore familiar worlds more closely. But there were weeks and months where you heard nothing and pure enthusiasm and hope had to suffice.
[slideshow — if gallery does not advance, click here] It’s the weekend! and we’re home again, home again, and this week’s Five...
THIS EDITION OF WEEKEND WISHES comes to you a little earlier than usual, for it’s Valentine’s Day, and being forever in love with love and with being in love, it’s a weekend of celebrations and champagne ...
BACK AT THE OFFICE again, after an unprecedented ten days off, which, for this workaholic, might as well have been a million years; but...
AND IN ALL THE EXCITEMENT had barely realised that November had slipped into a new month, and hadn’t the chance to...
. . . a little holiday inspiration for this new and last month of the year, in shades and hues...
. . . friday was spent back in the city for errands and storage units and the post office and...
. . . and it is nearly unimaginable how we could have already arrived at this, the very last post...
. . . at this moment, writing to you in a near sugar-induced coma, and after all the cheesecake and...
. . . gilded candelabras and champagne, velvet and sequins and the scent of pine cones — a little holiday inspiration for this, the most wonderful time of the year . . .
. . . monday, monday, and it’s back to work, and yet, there is something different in the air, making...
. . . if you have been reading for a while, you will know about a certain and undying love...
“In dreams and in love there are no impossibilities.“ ~ janos arany ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ . . ....
. . . hello again! . . . had mentioned much, much earlier there would be fun news today ....
. . . while evenings in the city may be spent in heels and cocktail dresses, weekends away in the country are laid-back in a quilted Barbour and a pair of wellies, and after the apple orchards and pumpkin patches, the golden fields of wheat and rustling yellow leaves, a perfect afternoon for an autumn picnic for two . . .
