I’ve been otherwise engaged the past few days, but a few friends have sent me some wheat they separated from the chafe. The first is from John H., but you may know him as The Axer, The Missing Link, or Edwin Van Hooydonck. Or you may not.
This is perhaps the most profound song of the English Pub-rock movement.
This comes from my longtime friend and sometimes bandmate Phil N. He sits at his drumthrone even as we speak waiting for Neil Peart to somehow be incapacitated.
He called this “a rare David Gilmour rocking-out moment.” It comes from a Pretty Things reunion show.
(Slow)Hearse 