This album was a surprise. A gift from the cosmos…
Kinda.
Friday 13th August 2021. A trip to Kernow (cornwall) to see old school friends.
‘Sit on this roundabout’, said my friend’s children Elliot and Ewan.
‘I don’t usually like roundabouts guys’, was my reply.
I’m probably more wary of them now..
A twisted leg.
Just a twist I thought, stretch it out…
Keep stretching for a bit longer…
Bit longer…
A trip to the hospital the next day.
A fractured fibula.
As the nurse put the plaster on it dawned on me what was happening.
‘I live upstairs in a flat’, I said.
‘I live on my own’, I said.
‘Got any friends?’, she asked.
‘I hope so’, I said.
A lift back to Cymru (wales).
Stuck indoors for about eight weeks.
At some point I decided;
Write and record some piece of music each day.
Each day finish one thing.
Next day something new.
No matter what it sounds like.
This is what it sounded like…
brian swaddling 