Tag: 1983

I was never a WHAM! fan, but…

Oh dear...looks like these chaps favoured my type of leather biker jacket - and so what if I did coincidentally get my hair cut shorter just as this was in the charts? Me, a Wham! boy? Get out of here!

George Michael was truly, a gifted artist I can categorically state, I was never a WHAM! fan; it really is that simple. But, respect should be given where respect is due, especially after an unprecedented year of deaths from within the creative arts fraternity. George Michael was a naturally gifted songwriter of my generation and… Continue reading I was never a WHAM! fan, but…

Growing Up With U2

Before It Was Cool To Hate Bono & His Boys Everybody hates U2 – or at least Bono. It’s official. Not content with becoming the butt of South Park jokes, being criticised for less than transparent tax arrangements, befriending Popes, trying to save Africa, hanging out with Presidents of the United States, wearing ridiculous designer… Continue reading Growing Up With U2

Stuart Adamson, 10 Years Gone, Crossing Three Decades

1983 was a year of immense personal change within my so far, brief lifetime. Being a mid teen, my body excelled in throwing mood-swings, courtesy of the hormones that efficiently executed their role of upsetting the DNA apple-cart. The year hadn’t started well either; schoolboy ‘musical differences’ within my band threatening to trash 1982’s progress,… Continue reading Stuart Adamson, 10 Years Gone, Crossing Three Decades