The writing and performing of songs is a mysterious thing. The things that you expect to work sometimes don’t, and then sometimes little nuggets of gold come out of nowhere. Sometimes a song appears waving a flag and demanding attention, and sometimes it is like trying to squeeze toothpaste back into the tube. The songs that we are drawn to tend to be like Sketches, in the Dickensian sense, little snippets of … Read more
From the forthcoming album by Sally Ironmonger, recorded at Ranscombe Studios, a song about getting bogged down in the bureaucratic, form-filling, call-waiting, time-wasting, mud of life.