"'Kevin Robert Mitchell' is a vignette about a child’s fascination with esoteric wonders of the adults’ world," at least according to Google; but it's spookily accurate which leaves me to ponder who's been stalking me exactly.
Anyway, I was born in a cross-fire hurricane and I howled at my ma in the driving rain, or was that Mick Jagger? I’m not saying I was a difficult child, but both my parents left home before I did.
My life philosophy is one of ability tempered with restraint; centered on the little-known wisdom of Accordionism, the principal tenet of which is based on Oscar Wilde's quote that: "A gentleman is someone who can play the accordion but chooses not to."
Cutting to the chase, my musical projects are the semenal (sic) Heads Like That , a spunky mixture of badly recorded post-pub guitar playing and weirdness; and more recently Hightown Crow , a concept so new we haven't even decided what ground we wish to break yet.
And for completists, my own degenerately Spartan music profile page can be found here .
Previous resin to my bowstrings have included:
Several plays what I have wrote:
Better The Devil You Know
Cartrouble
Footloose
From Bad To Worse
Pass The Hammer, Ken
Frankly Mr Shankly:
Cumquat Errogeny
Here We Go Again
More Piss-Poor Poetry
On And On And On And. . .
Slowly But Surely
Verse Like What?
John Robert Parker Ravenscroft
(30/08/1939 – 25/10/2004)
Right time, right place...
wrong speed!
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