From my very earliest years, it would not be in error to equate the sound of music to me with my Mother’™s voice.  Born in ‘œdarkest Africa’ , (Nairobi, 1928) and with only discouragement from my parents,  this deep love in my body floated to the surface only when I was 9 or 10.
Beginning with a Ukalele at age 8, it took the form of a guitar only some four years later.
From that  ‘œlove at first sight’ meeting, began the first of the four adventures that come with this site ‘“ family, of course,  always coming ‘œfirst’.
Jazz, blues, boogey, became part of the tapestry of my life. Painting and Writing followed.
It was, however, ‘œA God For our Times‘  that became the greatest adventure of them all. Developed and deepened over a period of some thirty years, my life was enriched beyond all measure.
After resting silently in its case for over fifty years (!), I apologise for the very shabby renderings of the few pieces recorded but felt I couldn’™t  round off my life here without  a sound from my Gretche. (Not the one in the photo.)