I’d love to go back and read that Ucca form now. Or witness the expression on the faces of those who had to consider my application.
If I look to the generations above me, the still successful men form a long list – Leonard Cohen, Bob Dylan, Neil Young, Robert Plant, Paul McCartney, Springsteen, the Stones et al.
Station Eleven by Emily St John Mandel prompts a heart-rending nostalgia for what is in fact our living present.
Rock's gothic - or comic - bogeyman gives a masterclass in transformation at the Royal Albert Hall.
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.
It used to feel like a school canteen full of rival gangs - now it's a civilised dining room.
I envy calm people for their apparent immunity to overexcitement or overreaction.
Indulging childishness is why we’re stuck with Boris Johnson, Katie Hopkins and Jeremy Clarkson.
From bonus tracks to signed T-shirts to private concerts, do we end up here, selling not just the finished record, but every moment of the process?
Tracey Thorn fills the airwaves with audiobooks, articulate teens and Caitlin Moran.
Is there a darker Christmas lyric than Band Aid’s “Well, tonight thank God it’s them instead of you”?