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.
They’d been introduced as pen pals through an uncle – my mum and her friend had written to this lonely young man, who was training in Jordan, and had each sent a photo.
Very quickly, it becomes clear that loneliness doesn’t suit me.
At midday on Monday I want to tweet, “God, making records is fun!” and at 6pm I want to tweet, “God, making records is hard!”
Off the Record.
The best course of action in these times? Read old books for all the answers.
You inch and shuffle along. You start to feel you might get crushed. But you know you’re going in the right direction.
“That was George Michael!” we both shouted. “And he was driving the car we want!”
A strange, embattled year it’s been, but here we still are.
It’s only a few days after the election when I go to see Chaim Tannenbaum sing.
I grew up knowing that Dad never fought in the war: it ended just in time.
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