well you will find some of us safe and sound in our back bedrooms with endless cups of assam and our battered geeetars recording 40 track versions of all those songs laid down in those hazy drug crazed 60s - pretty songs for our ladies of the canyon - gut spilling songs that raged against the machine - naive paeans to lennon and simon - tracks that never quite made sergeant pepper or graceland - 40 years of songwriting performing arranging - jiffy bags stuffed with cassettes and battered clip files full of fading lyrics typed on real typewriters stored somewhere in the basement of the bristol buddhist centre - helpless love songs scrawled between festival sets in leaky tents on the isle of wight whilst my lady slept - oh god I didnt write that did I? - but I did - then a terrible mistake mothballing my geeetar in 1995 and 10 wasted years trying to be a 'good' buddhist - crying at a tsunami benefit concert in 2005 as the wonderful gasworks singers sang stings song fragile -  a beautiful timely reminder that only music can heal like this - only music can reconnect me with what is best in me - then remembering songs already written and still to write in my remaining years - the songs started coming again - more love songs ragings and paeans - music can help us understand this crazy journey called being alive - swapping stories as joni put it - all the pain and joy - here I am - there you are - and here are some of the songs that helped me understand this journey - if they connect please This e-mail address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it --  old hippies never die - love and peace - achintya (badly drawn buddhist)