I'm listening to everything from Weather Report to Garbage and everything in-between.

The fruition of the year had come and the night should have been fine with a moon in the sky and the crisp sharp promise of frost in the air, but it wasn't that way. It rained and little puddles of water shone under the street lamps on Main Street. In the woods in the darkness beyond the Fair Ground water dripped from the black trees.

In Scotland, there is no such thing as bad weather - only the wrong clothes.

Sometimes I hear a drum groove in my head and I rush down to my studio.

I was so influenced by Yes then that things started to sound very much like Yes.

Bring The Boys Back Home