Alas, I fear not only has summer gone but Autumn is falling too, the clocks go back this coming Sunday and the official signs of winter are upon is - it was blooming' freezing last night. But all it means for the guitar players is we wrap up more. The garden bench at the back door is a little sun trap and I can sit here soaking it up, whatever the strength. And I am writing a number of songs right now - well writing is the wrong word. I am tidying up songs that have existed for a wee while, just tidying up the lyrics which is always the unfinished job. A bit like gardening really, we do the planting and the sowing and the cutting of the lawn etc but the job I hate is the tidying up, clearing the leaves from the patio and so this is the same job. I can hear the song in my head and sometimes that's enough because I am the only person who hears them. Until now, that is, the redoubtable Hannah C. has me preparing for a performance in January and I have managed to rope in my friend Stevie, who also plays guitar, dobro and mandolin, so we have no excuse but to prepare a short set - and it will be fun. We could be Geriatric and the Pacemakers... well not quite as old as the Rolling Stones:
