One for Jo

Bert's voice at its finest bertiness.

This features on his 'LA Turnaround' album that Tony Stratton-Smith lui-meme gave me as a review copy in the Nellie Dean pub. Of course, I can't find it any more.

I took it home and Saskia and I played it all that Christmas.

I am *still* trying to get that fingering that he makes look so - well, relatively - easy.

Oh lawks, look at the audience. That means *I* must have looked like that at the time. (Sask', baby, how did you stop from a-giggling? Oh, I remember - I was also giving shelter to your cat. Yes, that would keep a feliniphile from laffing out loud)