One of my darker tracks. This tracks epitomises how RPM felt for me; A progressive struggle where I just got my head down and got stuck in with the thing. In a phrase, this track says to me "Just fucking get on with it."

Even February has a sunny day.

Aural and astral travel to fabled lands and back.

Minor 7ths and synthesizer saxophones.

08 – Feeling Confuzzzed. Written 19th/20th Feb. Recorded 20th Feb. Come on Wembley, let’s see those hands in the air. As poppy as they come, including plenty of la la las to sing along with. I was very pleased with my Harrison-style slide…

Minor 7ths and synthesizer saxophones.

Aural and astral travel to fabled lands and back.

We finally got back to my car at about 8:00am. We fell asleep in separate seats. When I woke up I checked my wallet. The budget for the entire trip was gone in one night. 'I think I gave that driver a hundred,' I said. You just groaned and…

She sat across from me on a couch. It was Paris at 2:00am. Among the beauty of the french women, her homelyness stood out. 'do you find me attractive?' she asked. 'no' I replied. 'the feeling is mutual' I got up to leave.

The e-mail was quick in explaining all details. They had married as soon as he found out he was being shipped out. They had less than a month together. She explained that his father had pushed him towards military service. That he was told that…