A chronological archive of listening notes.
Each post captures a moment where sound, memory and mood intersect.
Storm Dave rattles the building while Southampton unsettle Arsenal, and I drift between football and work on a long night shift.
Late drama, a familiar punch in the gut, and Bowie still demanding a belly rub — football, as ever, refuses to let things stay simple. But we are still there. Third in League Two. Just.
From Lennon’s raw rock and roll to Sylvester’s life-affirming groove, Dylan soundtracking Manchester chaos and Morrissey arriving on cue after a doorstep visit from the God Squad — a reminder that when everything is equal, the moments tend to find you.
The sound was low, barely there, but it filled the room. When it stopped, the silence felt wrong.
A humdrum day soundtracked by Jethro Tull, post-Morrison Doors, early Status Quo and late-period Leonard Cohen. Fuel shortages, spring air, quiet routines and the ongoing search for meaning between meals and music.
Sunlight returns, the head fully clears, and a day of wildly different voices somehow fits together perfectly.
Hail, bad decisions, and an old radio show unearthing forgotten gems that make the walk bearable again.
A tense Saturday lunchtime with BBC Radio Cambridgeshire as Cambridge grind out a crucial 1–0 win over Salford to stay in the promotion race.
A springtime wander soundtracked by Depeche Mode’s A Broken Frame, revisiting an awkward but important album from the band’s early years.