John Moore: I have discovered the future of rock'n'roll. But I may have some special interests to declare ...

John Moore: As any middle-aged boozehound knows, jogging cannot be done without music – thank you Johnny Thunders and Jerry Nolan

John Moore: We'll be making our own entertainment in the coming months, with a special prize jacket for the most entertaining of all

John Moore: Seeing that the credit crunch is suddenly making a lot of prime real estate re-available in London, this is a golden opportunity for a return to the urban bohemia of squatting

John Moore: Male Stripper by Man to Man is three-and-a-half minutes of Hi-NRG perfection and one of the finest rock'n'roll records of all time

The detritus of a musical youth can come back and haunt you - especially when you have to move house

Never mind this year's wet summer - I'm retreating back to the sizzling 70s, when some seriously good songs trigger cool ice-cream cone memories

It's pretty much a three-chord pop song with inarticulate lyrics, but Tommy James and the Shondells' classic is up there with the best

Sport is a far less forgiving discipline than music - does nobody have any sympathy for Dwain Chambers?

Even Mr Cohen and Lou Reed penned a few howlers, but I almost love their stinkers more than their perfect hymnals

This week's Roundhouse gigs reminded me what sonic torture My Bloody Valentine like to inflict. Were you there?

Brown is on his uppers - but I have a few ideas that would restore him to popularilty with the fickle British public

Educating the younger generation about what constitutes good music is a thankless and difficult task. But there are some benefits...

Under normal circumstances, nothing on earth would induce me to watch I'd Do Anything. Yet sometimes fate intervenes

Spare a thought for the brave heroes who partied hard on the frontlines of the rock'n'roll wars. They need all the help they can get

The internet is clogged with happy-slapping videos and Doctor Who re-runs. I predict imminent implosion

As a former member of the Jesus and Mary Chain, I must protest in the strongest terms about this erosion of our musical rights

Shame on whoever it was who stole Edith Piaf to front a ropey TV commercial. It risks the wrath of our new friends, the French

I'm now legally entitled to busk where I want, when I want - just pity the poor neighbours

Instead of winding up the Royal Marines brass band, the military could have replaced it with something more contemporary. What about a sound system?