The badly managed response to the effects of Covid on the music industry has been commented on in the ProgBlog pages and in a recent...

(A guest blog by Mike Chavez) The scene: a dimly lit village hall around 7pm in a small town in rural Wiltshire. A group of middle-aged...

Early in the new millennium, when progressive rock was emerging from underneath rocks and dragging itself out of slimy ponds, I...

Towards the end of the golden era of progressive rock, the denigration of the genre took a number of different forms. One of these was...

Barrow Civic Hall (subsequently Forum 28, now the Forum) was a concert hall with decent acoustics and the venue for my earliest gig...

Close to the Edge by Yes One Saturday morning in September 1972 shortly after my thirteenth birthday, I accompanied my brother Tony on...