Garageband - Part 1 - Empowerment

A guitar and a Mac is all that's needed

Granted, there's patent abuse of the bongos, the flanger and the auto-wah, but it was my first attempt.

Too bad MySpace is a Murdoch company.

The Café Society - Part 15 - Innocent When You Dream

The Square of the Innocents was a communal grave for paupers up to the early 19th century, when cellars in surrounding houses began to collapse under the accumulated weight of corpses.

In the early 1990s my colleague and pal Malcolm G attempted to slum it by moving into a duplex above the Innocents' Fountain, with three female compatriots. He quickly retreated to the cossetted 16th District, not before throwing a smashing housewarming which I attended with Fab and her slinky black leather dress. We felt like the babysitters.

The duplex was recently on national news, as its two floors in a 16th century building were gutted by fire. Coincidentally, one of my best mates from the 1990s, David T, resurfaced with a telephone call from Tokyo.