My second blog entry

Been listening to my old Prefab Sprout records, which still break my heart. Paddy McAloon’s genius songs. The sound of being 18 and in love with the world & various people in it. I listen to it again now as if no time has passed. Still haunted by all those faces… The soundtrack to my early adult life. The one that’s always been available in the shops, that is. The other one - the self-written soundtrack - umpteen boxes of old 4 track cassettes and the odd piece of vinyl tucked down the side; hours of home recordings dedicated to whoever I was in love with at the time, are piled up in a cupboard, here with me. There might be a handful of people along the way who might say they were playing one of my songs in the background at certain important moments in their lives. But not many of them. And certainly not enough to pay the bills.