Wherever I lay my hat, that's my head

ey, ey, look!
It's all changed, so I'm not so google-able and all my old friends can keep up with my goings on and stuff, and I can start banging on about anything I fancy.
pip rah!
I've taken the name boscawen-un from the stone circle on the right there. Which has been on here for a few years now, so I thought it sounded arty and obscure enough.
Cheers me dears!

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Here's Morrissey singing to me in Birmingham a year or so back. Great gig, and now I've read he's going to write a book, an autobiography.

I'm kinda hoping he does, but I also think it'll be just an extension of his more self obsessed songs, only without the tune. And there ain't much of that these days, let's be honest!

But you can forgive anyone that helped you through those 'difficult years'. And he still puts on a blinding show.

And talking of pop heroes, Jerry Lee Lewis is now in London, and appears to be enjoying himself. I'll be seeing him soon enough, and I'm not sure if I should be proud of this or not, but it'll be my seventeenth time. Or eighteenth, I'll have to check.

I'm mad for it!
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Here's my buddy Mark 'Crazy Arms' and I at the historic marker in Chippenham. It's where Eddie Cochran crashed in 1960 (he died later in Bath Hospital). Many true rock & roll fans make the pilgrimage there. I've been there many times, because of the Eddie Cochran Rock & Roll festival. I'm not into flower laying and hand wringing over someone I've never met, as you know, but Eddie was part of my teenage years. I first went to Chippenham in 1998, and have been back almost every year since for healthy doses of rocking slap bass and less healthy doses of ale. Many times I stopped in a B&B opposite the crash site. I know this area well.

I learned today that another harv hero, behatted arty rocking wacky Wessex antiquarian Julian Cope, was going to be doing a free gig there sometime on Monday!
I'm going. I'm so going!

And just to show my Rock & Roll credentials are to be admired, here's me in the Museum in Albert Lea, Minnesota, which is where Eddie Cochran lived.

I love it when stuff comes together. I don't know if Julian Cope has ever played a twelve bar blues progression in his life, but it's cool he's acknowledging Eddie. It's so cool.

I saw Johnny Cash at the Shepperd's Bush Empire about fifteen years ago. In the gallery I spotted Nick Cave and the Jesus And Mary Chain, watching the show. And this was before Cash's 'Renaissance', see they knew, and all my friends took the piss saying I was going to see a faded country singer!

Here's Julian Cope, I took this in Stoke last year or the year before.

I love it when stuff comes together. If I can get you a picture of Cope on Rowden Hill (where Eddie crashed) I'll be a happy boy.

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Um, I think that's it. I'll be covering several different counties next week, so please keep checking. And comment if you like, kinda makes me think I'm not typing to no-one.

Although I have just relocated the weblog for the fourth time so less people see it, so I can't moan really, can I?