An extract from A singer’s Tale. © War Time London. Bombs, Songs and a Baby. London SE13 in 1944. Mother Son Daughter Songs. my songs ‘Where
On the skin, human skin. A Poem to Music. Photo Carol Grimes Skin- side Out © My POem set to sounds and music with Mark Hewins
Alone? Lonely? Reflecting on the passing of time and being alone. Loneliness. Solitude. Isolation or seclusion? Forsaken? Banished, not belonging. Outside? A Stone. A Stone.
“I’ve just come to the end of an extraordinary read – the first part of an autobiography by the legendary singer and songwriter Carol Grimes. It’s a beautifully and quite uniquely-written account of a really amazing life that I would highly recommend to anyone. A fascinating portrait of London and it’s burgeoning blues, rock and folk scene throughout the 1960s, as well an insight into 70s America and it’s own scene.”
Another go at outing my Tale xxxx IAVMT A Review for The Singers Tale + a track. In my solitude EXPRESSIVE ARTS THERAPY A Review
A gruesome carpet, worn bare in the middle with a garish pattern of red, orange, green and god knows what else, the colour of sick, hangover nausea sick.