Somnambulus

Sometimes, in the darkness, a little light shines. On that day when we are supposed to celebrate what defines us as a nation, I stumbled upon the gem that has become a little legendary.  Beside the pit in the Tote band room, Simon Bailey and his boys took me on a joy ride.  It's been a while since that's occurred.  Since I was taken by surprise.  But Pony Face do not need an introduction.  I wondered why it had taken me this long to make the time. I don't compromise on what I love, so I bought the back catalogue of their original work.  This album didn't take me as the others did at first listen, but after solid rotation on my car stacker I found stars are bright. The most beautiful things reveal themselves slowly and have deep resonance.  There are often so many things you sense, but cannot name.  Pony Face describe whole heart landscapes in music.  They present them visually and emotionally.  They release them with empathy and as...

There are so few musicians who create seminal work. Tonight I was at a gig in this musically-rich cultural hub.  In between they played great works from the late 1970s and 1980s.  That seems like a long time ago.  It has been a long time since musicians redefined what we love, to explain and explore it in extraordinary ways. They are a savvy group, these underground music makers.  They know their history, they know where to find the source. And they emulate it. This blog is dedicated to those rare few in this fine scene who are more than musicians.  They are craftspeople. If you see it here, read closely and follow your heart. Here is a close reading.  Just as we listen.  Especially when it confounds and confides. If you don't find the harmony here, listen back to the high profile, gleaned two and a half minute credibility accreditors you can find on most radio stations. For those others, you are welcome here.