I once sat in a room listening to a small man playing a big guitar. He made it sound like there were at least three players and at the end of the evening he left with a woman 20 years his senior. He later told me their lovemaking had been so passionate that it had felt like he was in bed with three women. Life and art will always be entwined.

I watched the news last night with a report from a Ukraine railway station where groups of men stood watching as their wives and children left for safer places. Tears streamed down their faces as the greatest loves of their lives disappeared into the distance, maybe never to be seen again.

I understand why the West cannot interfere more, but the feeling it leaves hurts so much.



Thanks to Airtone for planting the magical seeds from which the mix grew


Love Stories

He bought a ticket for her love in a Soho club
He was a man of gold with purely good intentions
She had recently invested in a course of Botox
Guaranteed to bring her back to their attention

It was beauty on a mission in a silken gown
With a hint of yesterday upon the surface
But underneath the truth was everythings the same
And everything will always have its purpose

He bought her gold and shiny jewels and breakfast often
But the story of their love would go untold
For the only ones who get to keep the glory
Are the ones who get to take the story home

Subterfuge and lies and shame lead to damnation
The course of history bears the cost of time
And skin that tastes of taking wrong directions
Will be softened by the lips that drank the wine

So there goes the tale of rapid evolution
Where creatures formed perform their eager dance
And the victims of lost love hide in the shadows
Where nothing craved is ever left to chance

When all the dust has settled and there’s silence
The choosen will produce the finest words
The lovers will concoct another story
And the daylight it will truly have been served