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Selection of articles written between 2005 and today.
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Working Class Hero – Greenday
’Judy baby, Judy baby, Judy.’ ’I tolt ya nah ta call me dah.’ ’Ah love, me love, ya’ve goh me babby in ya.’ Gilly’s eyes are sun burnt bloodshot, his hand tight on a can of fizzy sedative. Judy’s concentrating on Little Britain, mouthing the repeat’s stale dialogue, feigning a laugh. ’Did ya noh hear… Read more
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Tracy Chapman – Tracy Chapman
A big beautiful car. Dark green and full of muscle. Chrome and dark walnut trim. Alloy wheels. Cream handmade leather seats. A car anyone from a senator to a pimp would drive, if only either of them had the class. It, the car that is, was powering along, damn fast, with the top down in… Read more
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Piccalilli Circus – London
Twelve long angry days of rage and drink had done nothing but lighten his wallet and alienate some more friends. As he fell backwards into his apartment and listened to the wild African drums blasting on repeat from the stereo, he felt at home. The dirt, the despair and the decadence and wanton waste of… Read more
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Takk – Sigor Ros
Jim fell and fell, and tumbled over, head over heels. Below him clouds and above him blue sky, and these images followed one another in rapid succession as he fell. Wind rushed in his ears. He punched his leg to make sure he was awake and this movement sent him tumbling again. He was on… Read more
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Crimson – Alkaline Trio
Across town, in an office above a shoe repair shop, Joe McSavage lit another cigarette and ripped the yellowed nicotine patch off his shoulder. He sat sweating in his vest, his shirt and jacket were on the other side of the room, hanging on the same hook his hat was propped on. The walls were… Read more
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Irish Election – 2007
Times wus hard. Real hard. When I had ta sell Molley, I made sure and promised her I’d take care a tha kids. ‘Steve’, she said, ‘Steve’, tears collectin’ in her eyes as some mother gunned a muscle car, readin’ to take her away. ‘Take care a little Suzie and Steve Jr. You’ll watch em… Read more
