Author Archives: ianmacd
Dead Can Dance at The Barbican
The foyer of the venue started to fill up quite early on, at about 18:00. The audience was fairly diverse, with the requisite number of aging goths, a youthful post-Gladiator discovery contingent, and people somewhere inbetween. The merchandise stand immediately … Continue reading
Parallel lives
Back in 1986, I would take the tube home to my shitty little bedsit in the arsehole of the universe, Neasden NW10, listening to the concert I’d just recorded on my trusty Sony WM-D6, a device that rather quaintly was … Continue reading
Carpe diem
Six hours of sleep and I’m feeling a lot better. I dare say I’ll start to wilt this evening, but Dead Can Dance should hopefully invigorate me. The hotel had a decent breakfast, so I’m feeling sustained and ready to … Continue reading
Time marches on…
…but not much changes. I left London in 1991. I’ve returned a couple of times since then, but not on my own. It’s funny how your perspective changes when you’re on your own in an old home town again. It’s … Continue reading
The Smoke
After almost ten hours in the air, I’ve made it to my hotel in London. In fewer than 70 hours, I’ll be on a plane back to San Francisco. Does that make me a jet-setter or just a daft sod? … Continue reading