Improvised this on the piano a few years back. Have not really played a Piano since. I’d like to cut off the first bit, enjoyed the Crescendo.

Wish I had access to a Piano

– Frank 30 12 11


Sadness Graces my Grubby Toilet Window book

My grubby Toilet window book for the past few Months has been a copy of John Peels Autobiography. As he never finsihed it, half is written by his wife with a lot of honesty, openess and Love.

As I near the final pages a sadness and a turning away from it is starting to occur. I dont want to go to that place of regrets. I to used to clutch a demo tape in the hope of giving it to the one man who might play it on air. The hope of a kid who knew of nothing except music and art.

Nothings changed except the world know is content flooded. He used to listen to demos day in day out. I wonder how he could of coped with Soundcloud?

Its not weird that I dread that part, iits like the tension in a movie your seen a hundred times. Allthough I’ve already been there it holds the loss. Whilst I read of his life he lives when I reach his end he is no more but a memory again and I read something else, about science, or maths, and his is no more. Maybe thats why its poiniant…..

  • Frank Allen

Sorry for the typos im on mobile