It got to the stage where I couldn’t tell if it was night or day. Totally losing all track of time, vaguely aware of drinking vast quantities of Makers Mark Kentucky Sour Mash, scribbling lyrics and recording into an old Ghetto Blaster, drifting in and out of an hallucinogenic semi-conscious state shivering and burning up. Fireworks erupting in my head as the merry go round span ever faster to the discordant organ music and clowns faces screaming laughing and distorting into characters of my past, Ronnie, Fast Fiona, Donkey, Mickey, Maggie (the supermum who ran the children’s home in Mitchum and taught me to play guitar) and countless others, that I’ve met over the last thirty odd years in the building game all coming back to haunt and inspire me.

I’d been at it about a week, and it suddenly came to an abrupt halt when I finished the tenth song (a feeling like I’d just delivered the Ten Commandments). The nightmares stopped but the drinking didn’t, how could I cut these songs and deliver this gift from the other side? The answer came one cold misty night as I left the off licence deep in thought and stepped off the pavement into the path of an oncoming car.

There was a screech of brakes, a smell of burning rubber and I became aware of someone shouting in a foreign language, which turned out to be manqunion? Luckily for me the geezer with the gob on was Geoff Haves Producer/Guitarist and one of the safest drivers on the planet!. We set a date and met every day for lunch, in a dodgy bistro in West Molesey that served yesterday’s carrot cake and spicy dishes that can play havoc with a geezers colon, Meticulously analysing and planning every detail from sub-sonic bass drum nuances to the waxy warmth of the hand made Tomastic strings on my vintage Gibson acoustic, and of course there were other important decisions to make, like whether it would be stilton and broccoli or sun dried tomato and chive?

The summer leaves turned brown and the wind sent them a merry dance across Hammersmith grove as I drove to pick up the 'Holy Finished Master' that Dave Dix had taped to the brickwork below his front door bell, (not much of an early bird is Dave). I slid the CD into the player and swung into the Hammersmith one way system early morning traffic, the band struck up and I caught a glimpse of two tears in my rear view mirror one sad for the time that’s come to an end and one happy for the new day beginning!
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