After dropping out of art school, Paul found himself faced with a big decision: to land in the parachute position, or to break both legs in the traffic of Sauchiehall Street, Glasgow. Thankfully, he only broke one leg, and now plays with a definite slant (about 3 inches, diagonally to the left).
Picked up by a folk band named SlipJig, he discovered real music and also how to sing Dirty Old Town whilst gurgling Guinness at the same time. He also met his wife-to-be, after serenading her with Chet Atkins 'Vincent' in a pub where bottles flew, and wives spent their man's pay cheque.
After touring the Scottish, Canadian and German peninsula he discovered Crowded House, and set about songwriting. This resulted in the band Grasshopper where, along with his brother Davy, and friends Gary Sharp and Steven Jamieson, he embarked on a whistlestop tour of all the whistle shops in Glasgow. Many venues were also played along the way, and fans and friends alike were made.
But it all became too much for Paul. He left to go solo, and live the solitary life. Encased in a musical tomb of his own making, songs started to gradually seep out, eventually emerging like a Butterfly from the ashes of a Catterpillar eaten by a Pheonix.
A man was born. A man, who like many many before him was hungry. hungry for a new direction in life. That direction was Eclectic Acoustic songs (NNE of Pop, SW of Middle-of-the-Road). The results are etched onto this Myspace site, for all to flick quickly by whilst browsing for porn.
