“We’d taken darker steps, into the streets behind Victorian hospitals where, in backroom bars, the worst of men drowned their sorrows in a half-empty glass.”
Category: Piano Magic Diaries
Piano Magic Diaries : Artists’ Rifles
“I was later to realise that Woodbine, as with many other studios, was really just a blank canvas on which to paint. That we arrived with our brushes and next to no ideas was somewhat ironic.”
Piano Magic Diaries : The Troubled Sleep
“Did we want to be on a label called Green Ufos? We were called Piano Magic for fuck’s sake, so we couldn’t exactly throw stones in that glasshouse.”
Piano Magic Diaries : Writers Without Homes
“Take the head of a duck, the body of a goat, the legs of a rhino, the tail of a cat, stitch them altogether and see what you have. It may not be beautiful but it’s certainly interesting.”
Arcane Delights 