Yesterday, at St Declan's cemetery in Tramore on the southeast coast of Ireland, I stood in quiet contemplation by the grave of my great...

The old adage that we prefer the familiar was never more apparent to me than last night when I watched the stage production of John Cleese’s...

Like many others I had a weak spot for Sha Na Na, the tongue-in-cheek  American golden oldies troupe that was a surprise hit at Woodstock. I...

Shamefully, the death in London of ‘Mama’ Cass Elliot on July 29, 1974, made just a few short paragraphs on page five of the following week’...

After her passing, the most regrettable aspect of Amy Winehouse’s life and career is the paucity of recorded material she left behind. All w...

My friend Mandy De Wolf, Keith Moon’s daughter, tells me that she has become a grandmother, which means that her father has, in absentia, be...

Duane Eddy, who had died aged 86, was the first great solo guitar hero of the rock’n’roll era. Arriving a couple of years before Hank Marvin...

Among the strangest episodes in the strange saga of Syd Barrett was his unexpected, unexplained arrival at Abbey Road Studios while Pink Flo...

Fifty years ago this week, as Melody Maker ’s man in New York, I was at the Avery Fisher Hall to review a concert by Phil Ochs, whose LA apa...

In July of 1963 Peter Meaden returned to the UK from a sojourn in Spain to discover that his erstwhile friend and sometimes business partner...