The night that changed my life: Frank Cottrell-Boyce on seeing The Pogues by accident
Their performance showed me that sincerity always beats irony.
ByNew Times,
New Thinking.
Their performance showed me that sincerity always beats irony.
ByIt’s one long performance, one long evening shading into brilliant night.
ByI was finishing the first draft of my second novel and hoping to see something that might improve the mess…
ByA whole gang of us had gone to 333 in Old Street check out the music – but my friend Nick…
ByIt was 1965; I was a 16-year-old schoolboy besotted by classical music but only, so far, on record.
ByIt didn’t make me a rock convert: but it hooked me on live music.
By“I’m trans,” I told a friend on the steps outside, after one of those dazzling nights.
ByI became the writer I wanted to be writing from a city that reacted the quickest and smartest to the…
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