August in Edinburgh.
The International Festival, The Book Festival, The Fringe (Film Festival now takes place in June)…an extremely busy time for the city, but one I look forward to every year.
And then proceed to grumble about when tourists get in my way, and I spend my life saying ‘No I don’t want your flyer.’
Quite forgetting of course, that I arrived here nine years ago, knowing no-one in this City, to see my brother doing his stuff on the fringe…and I stayed. And earned money by flyering. And if some of my dreams crashed and burned, then many of them came true. I met my wonderful wife of three years and married here, met some of my best friends, started interviewing and reviewing bands, D
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Jing, worked in various record shops, and started my own label. Not a bad outcome for a week’s holiday.
Mark E. Smith lived here for a time
twenty years ago, so this song has a sorta resonance for me.
The Fall -‘Edinburgh Man.’ mp3