About Me
Around about the same time as humanity limped doggedly , biting and scratching and reinventing new ways of choking itself both physically and emotionally into what it likes to call "The new Millenium", I (the above) , first picked up a guitar . I had spent most of my time before this monumentous occasion ( the new millenium that is and not me picking up the guitar) idlly doodling my thoughts on scraps of paper or leaving them to autumnally fall upon the deaf ears of those around me , whilst circumnavigating this cosmic piece of shrapnell that we like to call The Earth . I never really noticed much ( at least nothing I never already knew ), never met antbody "really interesting" or bungee jumped from a bridge , in fact looking back , I find the entire process of going out into the world rather tedious ( a bit like a theme park really , full of the usual suspects ).That,s not to say of course , that my adventures where not without their moments (but that,s another story). So to my delight , on returning some fifteen years later to my hometown of liverpool and finding I could sing my thoughts into this new found instrument , was indeed for me , a moment of eureeka ( I,m not sure about those in the immediate vicinity ). Since then , I have been writing and performing my songs ( and still they autumnally fall) to those around me . My mother thinks I,m marvellous and can see me going places (as far away as possible probably) , but considering that I,ve already been there , I think I,ll just hang around here for a while and write another tune . Hey but don,t get me wrong , why should the back catalogue of anybodies life have to be the one they view through the proverbial rose coloured spectacles . Surely the concept of time can conjour up a little more than an old photograph album . You see my deal is the theory of relativety and how to deal with what is relative to me at this exact moment in what I like to call " an acute state of awarenesss " . Nostalgia , a distant cousin of time , can if they choose , get their head down on the sofa for the night but come the morning , they,d better have their bus ticket out of town and a flask of cold coffee to keep them company instead of this sorry sucker . I for one would like to continue along the crooked line which is my own and navigate my way through the cross-polynating winds of literature art and music whilst rubbing shoulders with my fellow travellers and leave this strange orb a better place for the experience . With my first album of songs in the duffel bag , the road ahead seems infinite and following a recent visit to the cobblers , I,ll slip on my trusty old boots and with guitar in hand , stay exactly where I am , at least for the time being .
