Ray LaMontagne, Devendra Banhart, Miriam Makeba, Vashti Bunyan, Nick Drake, Peter Green's Fleetwood Mac, Paolo Nutini, Dire Straits, Davie Graham, Bert Jansch, Graham Nash, Neil Young, Eric Clapton, Cream, Pink Floyd, Bob Dylan, Santana, Simon and Garfunkel, Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers, Warren Zevon, Crosby, Stills & Nash, Peter Green, Jose Gonzlez, The Band, The Beatles, Bellowhead, Canned Heat, Graham Nash, Gareth Pearson, Jack Johnson, Jeff Buckley, Animal Collective, Jon Allen, Donovon, Ella Jenkins, Joni Mitchell, The Kinks, Leonard Cohen, Polar Bear, Lucky Jim, Mama Cass, The Mighty Boosh, Matteah Baim, Mark Lang, Staffan Svahn, Stefan Grossman, Led Zeppelin, Steve Earle, Tom Baxter, Townes Van Zandt, Woody Guthrie, Sonny Terry and Brownie McGhee, Karen Dalton, Little Joy, Andrew York, Van Morrison, Vetiver, Norah Jones, Rodrigo y Gabriela, Cat Stevens, Nic Jones, Joan Armatrading, Elizabeth Cotten, Mississippi John Hurt, Rodrigo Amarante, Tyrannosaurus Rex, Newton Faulkner, Matthew Santos, Kina Grannis, Laura Marling, Noah and the Whale, Chris Helme, Camille, Cibelle Blackbird, Tim Burton, Nick Park, KilnAboy, Justin Taylor, John Steinbeck, Jacques Brel, Devon Sproule, Charles Manson, Chris Knight, The Pogues, Flossie Malavialle, Dan Arborise, John Martyn, Seasick Steve, Wizz Jones, The Dambuskers, Chris Millington, Joan Miro, Heinrich von Kleist, Picasso, Van Gogh, William Blake, William Shakespeare, Africa, Aborigines, The Dreamtime, dreaming, Jack Kerouac, finding things, The Magic Paintbrush, the Judderman, Bryony and her many names, Baz's stories, Helga's amazingness, endless trips to Devon, session tents, the strange changings of the moon, Neverland,
Sounds Like
A mystical being formed with the finest of Chris Millington curls and drizzled in Dambusker dribble.
It may be mistake that has resulted in you, being you, to have wandered through this strange world on this empty night and found your weary eyes and mind in a strange trance that we somehow come to know as reading.
Perhaps the mistake is in the reading, the mistake being that you have tangled up your words in Bob Dylan blue. Maybe the mistake is not to be and all of which we speak is a mere appreciation of what could have been.
And if I were to find you, having you already found me, and through no other contact then the mere existence of us as beings, would that be mistake?
This room is musty and charming. The walls are tall and powerful but I shall not trust them. They will only crush me when they fall. The books gather in towers and look down upon me in the sound knowledge that they know more then I. The smell of chestnuts in the colour of wood. Ah, to be incased in the red squirrels tail and tale. And the stories only the songwriter's beard can tell. The beard ageing with the man but still it is deep brown like the chestnut, still young. And here I sit, around a cosy campfire, listening to that there beard whisper away all its wonderous tales. The crackled applause of the fire. It hisses at me. And the sweet voice of song; Ray LaMontagne.
Hi Zoe... I really like "Pink Candy Elephants"... And you have a nice guitar sound. Very soft vocals too. It's real relaxing but yet upbeat enough not to go to sleep... Hope to hear a lot more music from you. Have a great week and drop by anytime...
If you are able to support Jon please consider downloading in the first week to help him make the biggest impact on the download chart, many many thanks Dee & Linda
Hey ... thnx for the add ! Just stoppin by da check out ya site and drop a lil LuV on ya page. IF YOU LIKE GOOD MUSIC AND TRUE LYRICS THEN HIT ME UP !!! www. myspace. com/dblo10 Thank you for all the help and support :)
Hiya, I've just been enjoying your tunes. You have a really cool singing style, especially on House of the Rising Sun. My housemate loves it too! Keep it up,
Hi Zoe, so honoured to have you as my friend, you're so incredibly real and amazing. Ever since a car tried to dispatch me a few years ago I've been feeling mostly unreal , like living a second hand life. Even my work seems kinda unreal, except for some of the kids. Just a few people like you and Chris and Steve seem to give me somekind of reality.
