Rob ‘Rob’ Millis
@robmillisuk.bsky.social
Twickenham UK based singer-songwriter, freelance musician, recording/mixing engineer and producer. Owner of The Left Bank Studio (Twickenham). Socially liberal, Europhile, LGBTQ+ ally.🇪🇺🏳️🌈✌️☮️
Well, I found something pink in the wardrobe.
November 8, 2025 at 12:31 AM
Well, I found something pink in the wardrobe.
@jagohazzard.bsky.social ah, the link wasn't pointing at the right thing; 'twas this:
October 21, 2025 at 9:33 PM
@jagohazzard.bsky.social ah, the link wasn't pointing at the right thing; 'twas this:
Memories. With the heartbreakingly now late Bob Andrews and the most tasteful guitarist on the planet, Mr Brinsley Schwarz at the Half Moon about 12 years ago. @thegrahamparker.bsky.social out of shot, dutifully nursing a glass of Chablis, and why not! RIP Bob 🕊️
June 6, 2025 at 10:06 PM
Memories. With the heartbreakingly now late Bob Andrews and the most tasteful guitarist on the planet, Mr Brinsley Schwarz at the Half Moon about 12 years ago. @thegrahamparker.bsky.social out of shot, dutifully nursing a glass of Chablis, and why not! RIP Bob 🕊️
Yep. I don’t mind the compilations from when the act were still putting albums out - like the Stones’ ‘Big Hits (High Tide & Green Grass)’ or the S&FS thing pictured below, which usefully rounded up often non-album 45s and the artwork looked like it belonged in the rack with the other albums.
May 19, 2025 at 11:07 AM
Yep. I don’t mind the compilations from when the act were still putting albums out - like the Stones’ ‘Big Hits (High Tide & Green Grass)’ or the S&FS thing pictured below, which usefully rounded up often non-album 45s and the artwork looked like it belonged in the rack with the other albums.
Ok…so if the good souls @lookingforthemagic.bsky.social are going to plunge us into the halcyon alt-country days of our youth, and bring up those seemingly endless magical LPs made with almost all of the scene pitching in, it must be time:
February 23, 2025 at 5:29 PM
Ok…so if the good souls @lookingforthemagic.bsky.social are going to plunge us into the halcyon alt-country days of our youth, and bring up those seemingly endless magical LPs made with almost all of the scene pitching in, it must be time: