I was reading an extraordinarily interesting article the other day about what it means to have all music available instantly nowadays, even for example the rarest Rolling Stones, Beatles or Bob Dylan recording. The piece was not only very absorbing, it was also extremely well written and full of erudite expressions like mutatis mutandis. Intrigued, I checked to see the name of the author and was depressed beyond words to see it was written by Bill Wyman.
Bill Wyman! Surely this was in flagrant contradiction of the Faustian pact insisting that those on whom riches and fame are showered must agree to be THICK? Otherwise how on earth are we mortals to tolerate and endure their glittering life?
I ploughed on with the article but my heart was no longer in it. Eventually I could stand the brilliance and erudition no longer. Surely this couldn't be Bill Wyman? I checked on the web and discovered that Bill Wyman is also the name of a respected journalist specialising in the music scene. So that's all right then!!
Keith Richard, did I hear you say? Not to worry, his autobiography was written "with James Fox", that is to say by James Fox.
Bill Wyman! Surely this was in flagrant contradiction of the Faustian pact insisting that those on whom riches and fame are showered must agree to be THICK? Otherwise how on earth are we mortals to tolerate and endure their glittering life?
I ploughed on with the article but my heart was no longer in it. Eventually I could stand the brilliance and erudition no longer. Surely this couldn't be Bill Wyman? I checked on the web and discovered that Bill Wyman is also the name of a respected journalist specialising in the music scene. So that's all right then!!
Keith Richard, did I hear you say? Not to worry, his autobiography was written "with James Fox", that is to say by James Fox.
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