Yup, my heart is yours, you Scots, ‘unfaithful servants of filthy, fucking language’, as Mr Withered Hand says.
My main man. Tad Doyle.
…so I receive these emails from a Canadian lady called Laura Borealis and the gist of them is, well, let’s have a look… “I think when you stayed at my place interviewing Sloan it wasn’t mentioned that I made music. I’ve never been signed, 20 years running- a clean record.” No, it wasn’t. The place […]