Sunday, December 06, 2009


The Skull of W.G. Grace sculpted from dough and baked. Badly.

It looked a helluva lot more like a skull before I put it in the oven - honest! My eldest daughter thinks it looks like a dog "in a Scottish hat" lol. She's got a point.

I forgot the flour would rise n expand.



Absolutely gutted to hear that guitarist Jack Rose has died.

A heart attack, appararently. He was only 38.

Many of you probably won't have even heard of him, but take my word for it that he was a fine, fine ain't hype to say that he had the potential to be one of the greatest of his generation.

He made a split record a little while back with some pals of mine. And a zillion great vinyls and CDs on his own. Like I said, a major talent - even though you might not even heard of him. Check his stuff out if you haven't already.

To be cut down like that before he'd even really hit his prime, well...

Here he is playing in Falmouth, down in the depths of my spirtual homeland Cornwall (one of a handful of adventurous US sub.alt.acts who've started venturing down there to play in recent years).

Go, Jack, go!

Postscript: just in from Cory at Three-Lobed Records, who puts it far better than I ever could:

"...our dear friend Jack Rose has passed away...Jack was a warm, caring person and was always a pleasure to be around. His larger than life spirit will truly, truly be missed even more so than his inspired musical ability. Our deepest sorrow goes out to his wife."