The King of Nothing Much

King of Nothing Much Written almost exactly a year ago, while recovering from an operation and packing up a life in the Netherlands. It’s a song about endings, old streets, strange futures, cardboard crowns, terrace beers, and the people who leave their fingerprints on your life without ever meaning to. A year on, life looks different. But I still miss the conversations that ran long into the evening, the jams with good friends, Tai Chi in the park, and the friends at the BSN who became more like family. Recorded live, raw and as it came out. Cheers to old roads and the new feet that tread them. Glen McPheat