Have you got 10 minutes?
Can you find the time to listen to my darling John Smith, who supported our late, much lamented, John Martyn in his last gigs?
John Smith is a sweetheart, a beautiful soul, a preacher's son, a genius, a young folkster, a madman who speaks of serendipity, of Nachez, of the bold bad Mississippi, of music and soul, of mediaeval tales of axes and myth, of winter and spring, birth and renewal, of sea and shore, of love and loss... The Bird and the Worm.
Maybe you can hear the same, and perhaps you might find your way to love brave, bold Mr Smith, the Invisible Boy, himself? I recently learned that he'd almost died when he was a teenager, as meningitis spread through his system, leaving his sight affected, but not his silver senses, "Well I guessed that I'd died, with my friends by my side..."
And this is where I first met Mr Smith, The Magician, forgive me for playing this to you one more time: