» Small Town Blues


The dysfunctional entity here is not one person but the population of a town, in this case the small west of England town where I grew up and from which I was desperate to escape. I illustrated it with events which happened to me while I was an adolescent. I love the blues so many of my songs borrow from blues idioms, forms or structures. It’s a much more flexible form than many people think and it always amazes me that so many people only equate the blues with the tedious 12 bar format. The bridge springs from my memories of the fairs which used to come in the summer months when youths in pointed shoes and greased hair used to romance girls in tight skirts and beehives on the fairground rides.