Further evidence of a creative dark patch. This is a mess. I like it, but its a big bloody mess.

This is a song inspired by the town i grew up in, and where I still live. Its a nod to the comfort I've enjoyed from being surrounded by the mountains of the Caerphilly basin. The verse lyrics acknowledge how little we tend to go to the places…

It is what it is. It's throwaway but I'm relatively pleased. Was going for something slightly Kinksy/Nilssonesque - sort of Vauderville..

I took a week off work to do some music, and what with the riots, and a huge alcoholic binge having massively negative effects on my hedmeds, I haven't felt an ounce of creativity/positivity. rather pure misery. so i didnt even bother trying Monday…

My take on Gumbo's Keep Your Eye On The Spot, one of many excellent tracks from his RPM2011 album 'Cat's Moustache'. It's something of a departure from the original, though I was trying to retain an element of the gospel so hopefully its soul…

Tight-wad Moody writes song in lieu of Father's Day gift. Now with extra cheese

The B side to Dad's father's day present. This is an instrumental celebration of his 45 years in the printing industry, and an acknowledgement that while other kids got bedtime stories, I got the history of lithography..

I'm meeting an old Uni friend Saturday and I wrote this for her. My university years were quite possibly the darkest years of my life. Her, and the little comments she'd write in the margins of my lecture notes, were more important than she'll…

Not really Irish ... a Scottish ballad ... An earthly nourris sits and sings And aye she sings, "Ba lilly wean (and) no ken I, my bairns father Far less the land that he dwells in." And up come he to her bed fit A grumly guest I'm sure…

The energy levels were at an all time high this weekend when Bon and jimi turned up down the Cellar for a session. Here's a little something from the session........... Reg'n'Roll...other Reg really blisters the guitar on this one OH WHAT A…