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I tell [the story of my single ‘Lost on You’] just because I want people to know that one man’s trash is another man’s treasure. You know? […] It was made so obvious to me in that sense that it was almost like a metaphor for my whole life, you know – just keep doing what you do, because you obviously just didn’t get it in front of the right people. […] I really just want people to take away that if you feel like you’re onto something, you probably are, if you truly feel you are. If you’re not like blowing smoke up your own ass or pretending… Who is qualified to tell you [that you’re not]?
Frank Turner: An Open Letter – ‘Life Before Music Seems Like It Happened to Someone Else’ for Spindle Magazine
Music hasn’t always been there, but life before it was [there] seems like it happened to someone else. I remember sitting on the living room carpet with my older sister, our faces mere inches from the TV screen, our jaws slack and in our laps, as the Freddie Mercury Tribute Concert was screened live from Wembley Stadium. It’s a strange thing, to actually feel your life change in real time, but how else can a 10-year-old react to the simultaneous assault of Metallica, Led Zeppelin, Sabbath and Queen?
[Take] risks financially. Take the plunge! Just go and do what you love, and hopefully the stability will come later on. — Levison Wood
It’s been said that humour is what happens when our expectations are subverted, our instinctive associations broken and remade. A man walks into a bar – owch. If this is the case, then Webb’s work demonstrates collage’s aptitude for creating humour through unexpected visual juxtapositions.
In the winter of 1911, a handsome young man arrived in Meeker, Colorado. He wore a smart suit and introduced himself to the residents as John Hill – or Jack, as he preferred to be called. No one in that small White River Valley town had ever seen him before…
Playing at those gigs, we were like, “Let’s go out and make a lot of noise, and give them something to think about.” So it probably made our shows a bit more lively, and we’d make sure that this epic song was loud and big and explosive so that people would go “Woah, who the hell are these guys?!” — James Willard