
Sometimes, when you’re quietly working on an album of avant garde, atmospheric nurdling, Jazz sneaks up behind you, pulls a bag over your head and manhandles you into the back of a van. You fight back of course, but Jazz is strong. Jazz is mean. Jazz takes no quarter. You start to gabble. Maybe you can talk yourself out of trouble. How about a compromise? One album, two sides. It’s the most you can hope for in the circumstances. And inevitably, Jazz takes the A Side.
It's always the moment when plans are abandoned and you find yourself sailing into uncharted (and probably shark-infested) waters.
Loads. Mainly about jazz and its sneaky tendencies.