On Thursday night, for the first time in ages, I’ll be on stage, singing new songs with my beautiful cream and chrome Wurlitzer keyboard. I love that thing. I dug it up from eBay and had it repaired (it sustained a few injuries in transit) by a man with white hair who smokes rollies and tells stories in a fag-torn voice about playing with Jon Bonham the night before he died. Apparently he once left my friends’ mixing desk out in the rain. Anyhow, the wurly now lives happily in our kitchen, offering the chance of an enjoyable razz...
