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Our neighbour’s daughter is looking sad. I take my drum and over the garden wall,…

David Bowie puts his head around the door of Studio One, “I need one of…

Cancer. Thirteen. I get ‘shielded from the pain’ and don’t get to say goodbye to…

Amy. She’s blind, deaf and four years old. To be honest I’m not qualified for…

Shattered glass is flying across The Camden Palace foyer in London. Grimacing bouncers have me…

I’m losing it with a boy in today’s school drumming session. It’s most unprofessional of…

Someone just asked what’s my favourite birthday present ever? It’s 2006. Two friends are driving…

I reach for my drum. It all seems too formal. We’re a predominantly white group…

Andy Warhol. Our handshake is ice cold. This isn’t a metaphor, his eyes are warm…

Eric Clapton turns up at Prince’s after-party at The Kensington Roof Gardens. I’ve never quite…