With vast experience on stage and screen behind him, Don Wycherley is moving into a new phase of his acting career.
The first text arrived just hours after the shortlist for this year’s Choice Music Prize was announced. ‘‘Turn your face to the wall,” it read. ‘‘No Future Kings of Spain? No A Lazarus Soul? Shame on you.” And with that (only half-joking) message, my
Who’d have thought it? Three weeks ago, the notion that Will.i.Am, the irritatingly-punctuated frontman of the Black Eyed Peas, would be the first pop star in recent times to release a politician-endorsing song that doesn’t make you want to chew off
‘‘The new Amy Winehouse.” With apologies to Duffy, Adele and all the other pretty, talented and anodyne musicians vying for the Winehouse throne in 2008, if I have to hear or read that phrase one more time this month, I may scream.
When it comes to the thorny subject of the impact the arts has on our mental health, a brace of psychologists have been hard at work in recent years to suggest that the most dangerous thing we could do at the weekend is listen to thrash metal while c