Ever wondered what goes on when the proprietor of secondhand record shop at the butt end of the world chucks in the towel and goes back to having a life??
….before we get into this I must apologise to Chris for my blatant desecration of his wonderful artwork that graces the cover of the Tiny Pieces of 8 Lp, “She Shanties For Frank”…
…hopefully you can forgive me bro’….
…but….
…I couldn’t resist all that empty space….
…and we had a few extra copies of the screen printed cover floating about….
…and I wanted my copy of the Lp (number 13) to be a little more different than the rest with it’s personalised burnt CD of the early mixes….
…and….um….
….and as my cousin Phil is always fond of saying….
…”you know what would look good on that?….a skull and crossbones, that’s what”….
…last sunset for the weather tree……things were built……shit got real……Tiny Pieces of Eight played under a bridge……well, next to a bridge, but still my gig of the year….