articles from other places

I blog for the Huffington Post, in the UK Entertainment sector… usually on matters related to the band I drum and guitar for, Fink.

Here are some of the best/most recent ones:

ABBA – 10 SONGS THAT SAY IT ALL

EARWORMS FROM FINLAND TO PLZEN: A FESTIVAL PLAYLIST

HORIZONTALISM – A LOVE STORY… me interviewing Fin, Fink’s singer, about our remix album… complete with bad Skype screenshots

IN DEFENCE OF MUMFORD AND SONS… me ranting a bit about how Mumford and Sons really deserve better portrayal in the dear press, and on social media

THREE DAYS IN AUSTRIA WITH FINK… some nice pictures of Fink’s Austrian tour by Matthias Hombauer, accompanied by my usually irreverent twaddle

THE LONG WEEKEND IN INDIA… an account of Fink’s three day trip to India, in the charming company of The Staves

I’ve also written a bit for Sabotage Times and here are the pieces I think are worth a peek:

THE ONLY GROUPIE I’VE EVER HAD… nowhere near as sordid as you might expect

A REVIEW OF THE WONDER STUFF’S LATEST ALBUM… which is good… unlike the sub-headline of this article, which is crap and not written by me

8 REASONS WHY LOWLANDS FESTIVAL KICKS ASS… self-explanatory really

Finally, there’s the small matter of me having written two music-related novels for Random House:

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By the time most people hit 30, they’ve managed to do one of the following things:

1. Grow up

2. Quit idolising rock stars

3. Move on a bit from the music they were obsessed with at the age of 17.

Clive Beresford has failed to do all three. But that’s about to change.

One unremarkable Saturday morning Clive sees the biggest alternative-pop star of them all walking down the high street with his dry-cleaning: Lance Webster, disgraced ex-singer of Thieving Magpies (‘the biggest British band to emerge from the late-eighties indie-boom’ Rolling Stone). Clive hatches a ramshackle plan to befriend his idol and grab the scoop of a lifetime – why did Webster burn out? The ensuing chaos forces both men to revisit the sweat, feedback, T-shirts, stage-dives, hitch-hikes, snakebites and hangovers of British alternative rock at the start of the nineties; to quote Lance Webster himself, ‘before Britpop came along and fucked everything up’…

BUY!

DEATH

Being an unsigned band isn’t a situation – it’s a mental illness. Few people realise they’re suffering from this affliction. Russell Groom knows, and he wants to change things fast. But Russell doesn’t fit the traditional rock-star mould, and his woefully unexceptional band are headed nowhere, inhabiting a world of cramped and sweaty rehearsal rooms, crap day jobs, empty gigs and interminable trips down the A303 to dodgy festival slots in Wiltshire. Enter Josh – the enigmatic and arrogant son of a successful record producer – with an offer it’s impossible to refuse…

Tim Thornton’s new novel is a hilarious fly-on-the-wall trip round the outskirts of the music industry, with a valuable lesson: unsigned bands never become signed bands. They have to die first.

BUY!

Conversations can continue @timwthornton on Twitter.

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