Album Notes

I’ve always sung. It’s in my blood, I suppose. For as long as I can remember, everywhere that I went and everything that I did was done with a song in my head. I believe it’s the Germans who came up with the term “Earworm”. You know. That song that bounces around inside your cranium and just won’t go away. For me, that’s just the way it is most of the time. Sometimes a favourite song or just a clever line. Other times it’s a whole medley of songs, one running into another, picking up the pace as it goes. Often, well into the night until sleep takes over. Only to awaken in the morning to the sound of a purple finch outside my window. I’m reminded then of the blackbird perched on my rooftop in the west of Scotland, where I was raised and off I go again. Singing in my head. Songs of Freedom, songs of Love, songs about work, songs about play, songs of friendship, praise and the inevitable finality of death itself. That I will sing to the end is, indeed, inevitable.

Cheers!

Jim