Tracey Thorn is a musician and writer, best known as one half of Everything but the Girl. She writes the fortnightly “Off the Record” column for the New Statesman. Her latest book is Naked at the Albert Hall.
Everyone’s an expert, everyone’s on edge . . . and we’ve all gone slightly mad.
I thought times had changed, and was glad – then Orlando hit me like a smack in the face.
I still have my diary from that summer and a quick glance at it reveals exactly how dedicated I was to my studies.
People often seek out nature because they want solitude. The truth is, I like people.
When they ask me what I think of Jeremy Corbyn’s chances in 2020, I look at their bright little faces, all lit up and expectant, and pause for a moment.
Much as it jolts me to come across a reference to my music in something I'm reading, at least it's not me.
From David Quantick hosting the pub quiz to Stuart Maconie singing karaoke, I can't imagine what the locals make of us.
While fans’ eyes are fixed on the songs of the past, artists eye the future - and who can blame them?
I’ve lost count of how many vines and gifs I’ve had to peer at on a teenager’s phone. Whatever else I shared with my parents, I don’t remember sharing this many laughs.
I have to confess, Joplin's singing had always set me on edge. But seeing the way she struggled to be free made me love her.
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