Kate Mossman talks to Jeff Beck about escaping Eric Clapton's shadow, dodging fame, and why he can’t go and see Pat Metheny.
All my antiquarian rage boils at the thought that nobody thought to record Hardy.
The more we acknowledge that it hurts when someone is cruel about your appearance, the closer we might get to being kinder.
It's great being a Lib Dem - you don't have to believe in anything. For a brief moment in 1996, I thought I'd found my people.
Three titans of British culture are stepping down this year. Mark Lawson looks at their legacy – and the space they’ll leave behind.
Middle aged men are complete emotional wrecks verging on hysteria a lot of the time.
Lady Day, a century after her birth.
A subversive semi-staging of Sondheim’s Sweeney Todd brings the infamous barber back to London.
The online mockery of fans of Zayn Malik, who left One Direction the same day Jeremy Clarkson was fired, would never be levelled at grown-up sports or Top Gear fans.
The Scottish trio tell Kate Mossman why they want racists to hear their music.
Copyright law encourages artists to feel they're in control of what they've made. But in reality, a song is a different thing once it leaves its creator.
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