I’d been invited across the hall to meet their daughter’s baby, only just home. The family had come from away. Then the work in the mills disappeared. So now three generations found themselves on welfare. Of course we were deep in the Politics of Blame. But as I held the wee one in my arms I found myself thinking, ‘this cannot possibly be her fault’.
I went back to my place. Sat and thought about it all.
Fifteen minutes later I’d written this.
Seemed to make sense for a first tune here. So, a new setting of an old song.
Like this one, everything I put here will be recorded specially for this space as a thank you to paid subscribers for helping keep the lights on. Literally.
But right now feels like a celebration. So I thought I’d share this first one with everyone. After so many years, the technology has finally matured enough to make it possible. It feels so good to finally be able to do this.
So… I guess I’ve got a few songs to share.
Time to get started.
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