The audience falls silent as Alloysius Massaquoi takes the mic. ‘You’re hearing right,’ he says with a smile, ‘I’m a black guy with a Scottish accent. I’m not here to take your jobs, or steal your women…’ A pause, the smile grows wicked… […]
How to create a pop-up, open-air short film festival? Just do it. When darkness falls city streets and blank walls take on a different identity. Is that a threat or a promise? […]
Where shall we begin? In an echoing Cumbernauld underpass maybe. Or with street artists painting forgotten parts of Kelty. Among poets of diversity congregating in Dunoon. Or with female dancers challenging the granite-grey masculinity of Aberdeen? […]
Gloriously gruesome stuff. No shortage of blood and gore in the usually shiny clean shopping centre, and the air filled with ghastly shrieks. Clearly security staff had been well briefed. No-one turned a hair as a young woman gorged on a corpse in the doorway of Carphone Warehouse. […]
When darkness falls HER story comes to light. Fay Young takes an evening walk in Edinburgh and accidentally discovers a message from the skies. […]
Aye, it’s candyfloss. No food for thought. You take it and put it on your tongue and it dissolves, and you’re left with candyfloss. I’d rather a meal, mate. I’d rather sit down and have something to digest […]
Remember that night? Rummaging through memories of first gigs and ticket stubs to favourite places, Dougal Perman and Jim Gellatly can cover a few decades of Glasgow music. […]
He felt the magic as soon as he walked inside. ‘It’s one of these places. You just felt it, you felt the music seeping through, you felt warmth…the Barrowland is one of these places, it’s oozing out, saying “Hellooo”. And the Garage has got that too’. […]
‘So, why is there a big statue to him?’ Harry asks at the foot of the towering monument to Henry Dundas. The answer from ‘ Professor’ Jamie is deadpan but spot on the money: ‘He was a political powerhouse, Harry… and I think he may have paid for it himself.’ […]
“I wander inside, passing the ‘famous jukebox’, and am persuaded to enter the bathroom.” So writes Alan Tennie, one of the most inquiring reviewers of the Glasgow Music Tour to date. He’s clearly not a man to take a short cut. […]
They’re back! Glasgow rocked in a rapturous welcome to the Saw Doctors after three years apart. Writer Anna Levin was there at the O2 Academy for ‘a kind of homecoming’. […]
‘Singing louder, prouder now than cities twice the size, as twenty thousand voices strong, we sing a single song.’ Two years ago Tony Walsh wrote and performed We Are Manchester for the twentieth anniversary of the [...]