by Richard K. Morgan

Saw something extraordinary last night. Saw the Dandy Warhols live.

Which is something I’ve been trying to do for about a year and a half now, ever since I ran into Pete Holmstrom at a book signing in Portland and was bowled over to find he read my books. Ever since then, Pete has been brandishing free tickets and backstage passes at me whenever the Dandys showed up in the UK, and every time I managed to find myself locked into some other engagement – convention in Italy, anniversary in a stone circle on the outer Hebrides, like that. [...MORE...]