For What it’s Worth

So, I’m rooted in the 60’s .. those musically loamy days of vinyl, 8 track tapes and cassettes. The LP record was a thing of wonder. Vocals, instruments and drumbeat carved in grooves and read with a needle. (Nick can explain the actual process to me later) .

The hiss and dirt, scratch and groan added to the intimacy of artist- created lyrics and sound.

Poignant and deeply authentic – Especially now that we can all spoon up a song from a digital bowl of zeros and ones – a binary reduction of everything ever written and sung .

This little selection is my response to that existential creative crisis – and a tip of the hat to the experiment, humour, irony and protest from back then.

Unapologetically nostalgic.
Unmistakably human.