The members of West My Friend banded together out of an Oz-ian quest - two friends meeting on a journey, joining with two other old friends on a similar journey, all pulled by the allure and magic of the island, the music, and the West. The yellow brick road has long since turned into bus routes and sidewalks, and as the sun waves goodbye to the last of the continent and disappears into the sea, we can’t help but wonder if maybe the Greeks and their flat earth were right about more than just math and aqueducts as we lay singing in a small house in a small city on a small island at the end of a very big and very magical country.
I heard the original version on the CBC London, On recently. I was pulling into a super-400-series-gas-and-fastfood station and I stayed in my car to hear the whole song because it reminded me of Reeni and Eads.
