An urge took me to hear some Steeleye Span. I haven't listened to any since the drink became my only love, and I lost my innocence.
A few days on, four CDs have arrived: Below the Salt; Parcel of Rogues; Now We Are Six and Commoners Crown.
The debit is a longing for the young man of four decades ago, the sharp sense of loss and incapacity. The benefit of sobriety and second childhood is that I have some innocence again.
If th'Span ain't your groove, hep cat, the Thai Elephant Orchestra are bloody good value.
