Simple Kid
is a flame-haired Irish solo-musician blending scrubby slide guitar, Casio beats and freaky melodies into warped, euphoric 21st century folk music. Critics tagged him «the Irish Beck» for the sake of convenience. Eventhough he resembles much more a young Paul McCartney, Donovan or the pre-Stardust Bowie. Maybe someday he will himself be regarded as a reference.
Well I'd probably have a nice fantasy going that I was ahead of my time so I'd play «Raspberry Beret» (which although released in 1985, was recorded originally in 1982).
I usually listen to my own mixes in the bath for some reason. If I've just mixed something and I can't tell, I leave it for a bit, run a bath and then play it when I'm in there. If it's a good bath, it is a good mix. Them's the rules. I don't make em up, I just follow ‘em.
One of my favourite albums this. Anything off it would do.
Classic tune though.
That's never gonna happen.
Not sure why, it just came to me.
If it's really bad and I really want to get out of it, I'd play gentle sad country music. Maybe «Something On Your Mind». If it's more anger and I want to indulge it I'd play loud drone stuff and drum solos.
I had a neighbour once that used to just play «Stan» round and round and round and round on a constant loop. It didn't really matter what song it was, it was just the constant one song marathon that suggested a very disturbed mind. So «anything» would work.... but again and again and again and again and again...
I can't drive. So «Transfusion» seems about right.
Do i look like I jog? If I did, something really heavy to drown out the sound of my heart going into cardiac arrest.
The most underrated love troubadour around. I saw him in a room of about 100 people and only paid £5. Great for me but criminal really! Genius boy!
The opener of «Master Of Puppets». Self-explanatory if you could see my love-making style.
I'm kinda literal that way. Say what you see.
Anything without lyrics. I like ambient floaty stuff in a plane.
I'd put it on my headphones, pretend it was me that was singing like that, and I'd feel invincible against anything that came my way.
It's a reminder to make it home.
If I have a hangover. Just to rub my nose in it a bit.
