Fire from Heaven, or Guitar as Invocation

This is a companion piece to the one now up on the Sun, commemorating Geordie Walker's recent passing. I have no idea when I originally wrote or what for, I just know it was sometime back in the early 90s. I posted it here way back in the day and I'm posting it again now.


Scottish Sunday: It's Never Quite that Simple

Once upon a time, the Simple Minds were not the dreary U2 wannabes they became. Before they broke everyone's hearts, they were one of the most exciting and innovative postpunk acts in the world. Before they chased around the almighty pound/dollar/deutschmark (nearly as fervently as they hungered after Bono's dingleberries), the Simple Minds were a neo-Teutonic, proto-Industrial leviathan powered primarily by Derek Forbes' monstrous post-funk bass. 


Oh What a Night, mid-November, Back in Eighty-Three

The early Eighties really were as magical and awesome as you’ve been led to believe, even if the seeds of our future heartaches were being planted in the dark. Me, I was 17 in November of 1983, and it’s a lost mystical land I like to escape to when the stars are just right ever since.