I defy anyone who’s listened to Pink Floyd’s song “Wish You Were Here” to deny that at some point they’ve hummed, slowly rocked, or sung along to a lyric or two.
Tagged: Covid-19, Fishbowl, Integrity, Journalism, Media, Pink Floyd, Propaganda, Wish You Were Here
In my twenties I worked with a guy in a job I really hated, a mundane human resources post, one of a few in a career I just couldn’t steer right for reasons I only learned decades later. Keep that in mind, because in there is the essence.
Tagged: Dave Grohl, Foo Fighters, Heroes, Self Belief, Taylor Hawkins
I like to be surprised. Her name is Sina Doering aka “Sina-Drums”. You pronounce her name like the Warrior Princess. I like to be inspired. Her name is Mia Black.
Tagged: Billie Marten, Maria Olafs, Mia Black., Olivia Bartley, Olympia, Radiohead, Sina Doering, Sina-Drums
One autumn morning a man and a woman walk to work through the streets of New York’s West Side. They’re not together. He at times actually follows in the distance as their paths merge, separate and converge.
Tagged: Dolores O'Riordan, The Cranberries, You've Got Mail
Sometimes I feel like a moon shot spat out of a gravitational lasso, missing a planetary caress while I’m trying to be the best person I can.
It had been a tough couple of weeks. One of those periods when your head fills with cobwebs and the strategic picture flashes like a poorly fit neon sign pulsing an annoying buzz each illumination cycle. “Eat at Joe’s” it might say for a brief time but you’d know the gravy would be lumpy and the ketchup rimmed with crust. So you walk by.
Tagged: Olivia Bartley, Olympia, Self Talk
Whatever the Eurovision Song Contest is, few wouldn’t know it drove ABBA onto the world’s stage, into our hip pockets and changed music forever.
Tagged: Eurovision 2015, Maria Olafs, Unbroken
Adam Parker Presents