The Old One Two

The mere existence of Mike Heron is enough to make the world a wonderful place. Seeing him with his daughter Georgia, the Trembling Bells and some hairy lad on fiddle whose name I didn't catch at the Old Queen's Head last night elevated it to new realms of wonder.

After writing that, I originally started rambling on about how the first two tracks on his album "Smiling Men With Bad Reputations" constituted the greatest opening salvo I know, but then belatedly remembered that I did what was basically the same post way back when. So I cut this one short.

Those of you who are interested in the waffle can find it in the original post. For the impatient ones among you, here's the music. I still marvel at how a Scottish hippy with a slightly wonky voice and a South African free form jazz band could combine to create a soul standard; and the combination of Mike's vocals and lyrics and Richard Thompson's guitar makes "Flowers Of The Forest" his finest moment to my mind.

"Call Me Diamond" - Mike Heron

"Flowers Of The Forest" - Mike Heron

Today's clip has no connection with Mike. It was requested by a woman at work with twelve tattoos. And what Lydia demands, she tends to get.