I have never been able to rectify the selling of myself with the writing and playing of music. Even now I'm thinking, "Why would you write that?" Because, I guess I'm sick of pretending that it all matters. Every day I pick up my guitar, put a harp into the rack, put bare feet to the floor boards, open the vocal chords and let rip. It makes me feel human. So I keep doing it year after year. It keeps making sense or maybe it makes sense of the shit that goes down in life. The joys, the pains, the triumphs, the failures. Isn't that why we all listen to music in the first place? To give meaning? To create a soundtrack to our own experience?
So, what I'm NOT gonna do is tell you who I've played with and what radio station said this or what journo said that because, nice as though that all is, I'm not sure it makes any difference to the music. I think to myself, "Bugger it! I just wanna be honest and say, in fact scream, 'I love picking up my guitar, slotting a harp into the rack, putting bare feet to the floor boards and letting rip!'"
If you like my music, then you're welcome to download some free tunes. They're a mixture of some earlier work and some more recent including a few rough as guts demos. enjoy!Check out more Myspace layouts at pYzam .