'Nuff said.

"Is it Because". This song is dedicated to all the people of Fandalism - especially the kind folks who have followed me. Thank you for all your support. This is the last of a group of songs that I've bundled into an album called "Rise to the Sun". The picture is the Texas Hill Country in spring.

"House and Homes" new recording dedicated to Heather, my wife, although written some time ago. Us mature married sorts know what I mean in all this - he he :) Ukulele, piano, bass and shakers.

"Stephanie" With words by Trudy Pittaway written for her four year old daughter.

"Being with You" very short but meant.

"Silky Waves" with words by my good friend Trudy. Blessed days. Two guitars, ukulele and shaker.

"Celebration" dedicated to Heather, my lovely wife - and all my dear friends on Fandalism. Guitar, double bass, tambourine, pineapple ukulele and comb&paper :)

"Pavement Lines" or cracks in the sidewalk paving stones. Thinking back. Some good some bad.

"Baby You Make Your Mind Up". A long time ago - we were together - I did something wrong - she left - I wanted her back - she never did. Isn't life hard? And for the the first time Heather, my wife, is on backing vocals. Don't she sound good?

"Doctor Oh Doctor" - another pop ditty of madness and confusion.

"Oh Money" when you got none . . .

"Rose" A short song. It was a short romance. But very sweet. She was one of the most naturally good people I have ever met.

"Into the Light" Words by my good friend Trudy. Words for way back then? My bet is for today.

"Rise to the Sun" - went through this a lot when I was younger. Occasionally still, except different voices.

"Dance and Sing" - I don't know where this one came from - a sort of chant - perhaps a pied piper - maybe someone else.

"One Last Cigarette" - original. When it's time to go - it's time to go. She wasn't the right one anyhow. Great guitar work by Doug Steigerwald.

"Mother Help Your Children" - the painting is by Frida Kahlo called "Love Embrace of the Universe".

"Not My Style" - not where I want to be but everybody's happy - for a while.

Alice Bean. Met her a long time ago. You can't ignore advice like that.

"Belinda May" - I don't know where she came from but she's on her way to something important.

"Girl in the Doorway". She didn't come and sit down. So I sat and dreamed. Guitar solo by the amazing Doug Steigerwald.

"Rainbow". I didn't talk to rainbows. Now I do. Rainbows are very wise.

Amy. This is a small homage to songwriters Felice and Boudleaux Bryant who wrote many hit songs in the 50s and 60s - over 20 for the Everly Brothers alone. I've always been fascinated with the allure of simple chord sequences used in the 1950s - people still do it today. Keep repeating G major and E minor and you'll see what I mean. Hope you like the tune. Solo guitar played by Ivan Drackaliev.

Dark November Day. It was a pleasure to produce one of Riny's songs. A simple song but never underestimate the power of a simple song. It was great working with Ivan who plays guitar solos like no other. He was born in Bulgaria but has been in Holland for 11 years. His incidental guitar work throughout the song was lovely. Anthea, a Canadian, currently in the UK, is musically wise to a fault and sounds like an angel.

This song's called "Would If You Could" which I wrote before I was married. I don't know what it's about but it doesn't sound very pleasant to me.

"I Hear the Wolf" - a ukulele song about another fine mess I got into.

"You Could Have Been" is about my father. A fraught relationship. The chorus means that he could have been anything and I wouldn't have minded as long as we got on. Parents, huh? Who'd have them?

"I Can See You" from my "Out of the Wilderness" collection. Sometimes you write a lyric and you're not sure what it means - like this one. I think it's about breaking free from the past. It's what we all have to do at some time in our lives. Some poor souls don't make it, though.

From the "Passion in Pieces" set this is called "You, My Music." Another collaboration with the wonderful guitarist Ivan Drackaliev. A man watches his lover play the spinet (piano like instrument) and wishes to swap places with the keys on the keyboard so that she can play on him. He ends by saying that as the keys (jacks) are so happy touching the inside of your hands let them have them - I want your lips. If you don't know what "blushing stand" means - I'm not going to tell you :) Sonnet 128 if you want to look it up.

From the "Out of the Wilderness" set this is "Woman Oh Woman".

A girl. A long time ago. I loved her because she was beautiful. That's not enough. Sad.

The first from a set called "Passion in Pieces". This is a collaboration between me, the reader, and Ivan Drackaliev, that wonderful Bulgarian guitarist from Amsterdam. The poem was written by an ex glove-maker from the Birmingham district of England. It's a sad, painful tale of a younger woman and an older man. Ouch! It's called "When my love tells me".

From the "Trampoline" set. This is called "Life with Lottie".

"Hide and Seek with Angels" from the 'Trampoline' set. Put on your headphones, close your eyes and let me know what you see...

From the "Trampoline" collection. This one is called "I Saw Her at the Farmyard Gate". Hope you like it!

This is a new project called "Trampoline" which is a collection of my instrumental pieces. This one is called "The Dawn of the Lamplighter". Hope ya'all like it!

"You Got it Made" Remembering I went to a party once. I shouldn't have gone. She wasn't right. I wasn't right. But you can't tell some people. A lifetime later it all worked out.

"Picnic Day" - A time for sandwiches, chips and soft drinks under a summer sky with nothing better to do than watch the clouds go by and finish our sandwich.

"Never Be the Same" - I'll never be the same since I got married. Now for part 2. Move to Austin, Texas.

"Backdoor" - It is a dangerous thing to go out with a woman who has a child. Do it well or not at all.

"Read the Sign" The words are mad to me. Something like a breakdown. A couple of times I dipped into this world. Not again, I hope.

"Farewell" - I knew someone who died of a heart attack. He was a friend and a great bass player.

"Rain" - It was raining in London, again. Scenes from the back door of my garden. Then some ukulele and dulcimer tinkles.

"South Coast Blue" - Somewhere on the south coast of England. An absurd emptiness pervades every street, house and garden.