But Who Is He ?

The Grey Man has been noodling, learning and fine-tuning years of singing, playing and writing music by ear. And those ears shared the rumble of the passenger jets AirBrakes carried on the prevailing SW wind. Then sound rattled through the last of the Clyde shipyards; barely a stones-skim from Faslane's secret nuclear arsenal and the intense looming spectre of annihilation.

He now knows, it was those heady, hitch-hiking days, kicked out off school with a guitar on his back and a cat in his jacket and nowhere he had to be that he discovered something magical and found so many cool, fun and warm people. From that moment on he knew that music was the thing that unites us all in this little, lost boat we're navigating. It was there in those moments, the people, the festivals, jams, sing-songs, parties, the laughs and the cries, there he learned to feel the magic in the moment and would play all night.