This is an album about time, distance and perspective, written in the midst of upheavals, smiles and sadnesses. So, that's quite rare, yes? It's my first solo ("solo" meaning, "couldn't have been done alone") set since my son was born, so please don't tell him if you don't like it. I sense he already distrusts my artistic impulses, and we're trying to encourage him to be less critical. Everybody hates a critic, especially a critic in diapers.
I'm writing this as wind sweeps through unfamiliar trees and unfamiliar birds trill unfamiliar calls in a gorgeous and unfamiliar place called Tamworth, Australia, which reminds me not to complain about the traveling life. I can hear a bagpipe playing in the distance, which reminds me why I don't have a bagpipe on this album.
Hey, the bagpipe is okay. But it's no Lloyd Green. Lloyd’s brilliant steel guitar work graces each of these songs, and Lloyd’s intelligence and creativity are evident in every note.
Thanks to anyone who lends an ear and doesn't ask for it back.