I Taught Myself How to Grow Old: Stuart Maconie

I Taught Myself How to Grow Old

This blog is a collaboration between Peter D & Kevin T, two ex-record shop workers who once worked together. I Taught Myself How to Grow Old is named after a Ryan Adams song that includes the lyrics
'Most of the times I got nothing to say
When I do it's nothing and nobody's there to listen anyway
I know I'm probably better off this way'
Which seem perfect for yet another blog about music, tapped in by two list-making, late thirties, TV watching baldies, who should be out running around instead of sat at home downloading missing Walker Brothers songs.

P.S. Peter is currently listening to his entire CD album collection during his commute, alphabetically. Click on the 'alphabetised' label to hear how he is getting on, or if he's got past Rugely and is on the motorway yet.

Sunday, 9 August 2009

Cider with Roadies

I'm half way through Stuart Maconie's Cider with Roadies. It veers from the mundane to the laugh out loud funny, although there are many pages when I wonder how this ended up on a page, as it's just so ordinary. He ended up on 6 Music via the NME and Q Magazine, so I'm hoping the second half of the book picks up. Anyway, as a native of Wigan he has plenty to say on the Northern Soul scene, so I'm going with Tony Clarke's Landslide, which is highly praised by Maconie. Around the time he exits university he has moved on to Orange Juice and Postcard records, so I'm lobbing in some Edwyn Collins.

I Taught Myself How to Grow Old