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