When I sent this to Seemingly he said it sounded like a theme for a telly series. And he’s right. And the series is called: “Seamus and Maggie take in the lights on Brighton Promenade.” Exciting series.
I seem to have got the first verse and the last verse and fuck all for the middle. But I like the chords and they tell a story. Plus my stunning keyboard ‘Stadium Guitar’ work shows my lack of Dan’s work much needed.
A room. Some photographs. The last time you’ll be in that house. Gather what you want and leave. It’s her house now.
Written for a proposed video about a Japanese girl and her relationship with her father.
Actually the original melody was the first tune, written as a tune and not a song, for an idea for The Borrowers, should it ever become a full length cartoon. Not that I had any say in it, I just thought it might fit. And of course it demonstrates the ‘Paddy’ inside.
Written for a mile long hip-hop multi-company choreography imagining the events at Soweto, down a stretch of Santa Rosa streets, ending up at the City Hall. It never happened. Sadly This is long so turn it off when the yawns begin.
The title of this? Does it matter? Not really. It could well be Grandad and Me. Whatever you like really. Another French tinged tune. Or Benny Hill at his worst. Bonjour mes amis.
This was written for a “zany”, Jon Stewart type, 5 minute video series called Five by Three and those three would me, Nick Sholley and Maria Halyna. Centred around the arts. It repeats and repeats and repeats and re….anyway.
Sunday afternoons: Round the Horn, The Navy Lark and 53 way Family Favourites with Johnny Holliday, Vera Lynne, Liberace and the inimitable Mantovani and Silky Strings. Aaaaaah Sweet Nectar.
Bad recording. The worst morning of my life. Love you forever Toad. Will miss you every second of the remainder of my life. Sharing my life with you for 30 years was the best thing that ever happened to me. You live forever on within me and without me.
I envisaged this as a theme for a detective series starring the fattest French detective ever born and his attempt at catching les Villains Francais. He rests a lot.
I remember getting lost on a snowy night, in a wooded area called The Sheepleas, in West Horsley. I’d had a drink or two, and just standing there looking up into the branches with a sense of wonder. Probably I was wondering how the fuck to get out out the place.
This reminds me of the sound in my head, head lowered over the toilet bowl and saying farewell to the imbibements of the evening.
No idea why this was called the clock, it just was. Yet another potential song I did nothing with. There’s a lot of those knocking around. Lazy bastard.
No credits for me. I just blubbed when I heard this song played in a pub I was working in, by a folk band and a great female singer. I was bar-tending at the time. Just a great, great song. No words in this one just me clunking and banging my way through the chords. It’s a traditional song/tune, Scottish I believe, and has influenced me in many ways.
Trying to be Chet Baker here and failing abysmally but…..who’s going to care. Not me young lady.
The Toad standing on the front lawn at Janero Drive feeling helpless. So sad.
Don’t quote me on this but I think I was thinking about the band Argent. Not “Hold Your Head Up” though that would have been nice but something a little more moodier. A decent smattering of chorded banjo clunking. Me luvs to clunk.
OH MEIN PAPA. Could have been a bit faster, could have featureed others with Eddie, maybe a Theramin or a lute. But NO!!!! Nothing interfered with Eddie and his belly full of wind. The memories linger on like a sore throat.