Some few things about me...
I was born in the late twentieth century.
I come from Aylesbury and Yorkshire via Cornwall and Manchester.
My accent is, therefore, confused.
At the age of 18 months I pre-empted rock-n-roll fashion by 20 years by developing
a squint in one eye and a world-weary misanthropism in the other.
Forming an imaginary band, I co-wrote 4 number one albums before going
solo and enjoying an artistically acclaimed career, second only to
the Lennon himself. Unfortunately things ended badly as my years of
rock'n'roll debauchery caught up with me, and I died in the arms of my
eighth wife with the words "Not now, honey!" on my lips.
So at the age of 4 I went to school.
There I learned something about science, books and love, as well as how to avoid getting
the shit beaten out of you when you have a Home Counties accent in
Yorkshire.
In the years that followed I completed my education by passing through
the rains of Manchester in a student band called September, which for
a brief moment dreamed of greatness. But greatness did not dream of us,
so we all got jobs in bars instead and moved to where the gold-paved streets
are.
I now live in North London, on a hill. This is excellent for floods,
star-gazing, and lung capacity (in that order).
I often like to walk up other, slightly greener hills, near to Lakes or Lochs,
writing words and music in my head and sometimes muttering or singing them out loud
like a fool. Some people would consider this odd.
But I always say that there's nothing odd about walking up hills.
The songs I write are acoustic-based, written for the guitar or piano.
It has been observed that not all them are entirely happy.
But then, not all of them are entirely sad, either.
You just have to listen very carefully to see the light.
Thanks for listening.
I hope you enjoy the music.