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“MY HEALTH DEAR”
A tribute to Myke (Masher) Barritt
(27th July 1949 - 16th May 2010 A Good Gig)
Myke left us to play in the master session beyond this life, the” happiest man in
the World”. His words, not mine.
After a life time of searching Myke had at last found, if belatedly, his perfect
soul mate, the love of his life Phoebe.
He was to become a man of property and was so excited, planning where the music
room would be, where his model train layout would dominate where his workshop would
And yes, as Myke Masher he was having a great time Gigging around the North and
taking his natural flair to entertain out to wider public.
What’s more, just recently he had got his more rocking band Earthtales a couple of
“proper” Gigs and was enjoying the practice and rehearsals and even the fun of putting
new material into the mix.
Myke was happy.
Ironically, The Mashers should have been in Germany this week on a mini tour, but
it was my Doctor who said no because of my various ailments which had not settled
back down. It would have been yet another tick on Myke’s list of ambitions achieved.
Myke’s life was dedicated to music. He would tell me stories of how as a boy his
parents would buy records, watch Top of The Pops, and how he widened his music knowledge
and discovered bands and genre of music.
He was a self-taught guitarist. Myke told of how he would send other occupants
in his Sixth Form Common Room mad has he worked out bar chords, learnt new riffs
or sang out lyrics.
The range of his musical knowledge was all compassing, anything from heavy rock
to the rarest of Traditional sea shanty were all well within his range. I’ve seen
head banging one moment and singing along to a Harvesting song the next. Music
was music to Myke, a good song was a good song, and so long as it was not The Mountains
of Mourn he was the happiest person in the World.
I never did find out why he hated the Mountains of Mourn quite so much.
Just go and listen to the programme we did for Bishop FM Folk Up Front withTerry
Ferdinand, and the music that Myke selected to be played. It’s well worth a listen.
His entire life was just one long Session. Wherever he lived, wherever the location,
if it was in reach of a bus, Myke would be there, sitting in a corner, pint in hand,
quiet and unassuming, then bursting into life and working away at his guitar the
moment a song he could play, or a tune he knew was played.
As his collaboration with The Mashers proved, Myke would play along with anyone.
More. He would encourage anyone with their music. It didn’t matter that your performance
was lacking, it didn’t matter that the songs were weak, it didn’t matter that you
were not a master of the guitar, as long as you were enjoying your music and progressing
skills he was there to help.
And in the low times when I wondered if the Masher project was worthwhile or that
Acoustic Rotherham was not achieving what I wanted, Myke was there offering encouragement,
boosting ego and just generally pushing me on.
I know he did the same for Phoebe with their Wyrd Wych and The Mad Frog project.
But this applied to anyone who sought out his advice.
One of the notable features of touring with Myke was his fame. Wherever we went,
even the remotest parts of Norfolk, someone would recognise him. Often from his
days with Rhiannon, a band that “terrorised” Folk venues, he said, in the way The
Mashers have done in more recent times. Whenever I would get frustrated with the
musical snobbery that exists around certain Folk Clubs or venues, Myke would tell
of when Rhiannon played to the same reaction from those who dictate as to what is
good and what is bad “folk”. As he would say, as long as the audience enjoyed it,
which invariably they did, “f*** them”. An ethos now firmly built into my own attitude.
I remember one drive, I think it was from a “Hiring Faire” at The Station in Loftus,
where we stopped off at a Motorway Station for a freshen up. Myke was busy attending
to his business when a total stranger standing down the line said “I know you mate,
you were in that band Rhiannon!”. Myke modestly bowed his head and said “in another
life my friend, but you’re right.”
We had our moments too though. My guitar playing could be all over the place,
and frequently is, but he was a stickler for getting the lyrics on the right beat,
and they “have to rhyme”. Which is why in the song “Sunny Day In Dublin” the last
verse was often cut – or if sung, we would chuckle as we sang:
“On Walking home I met a friend
We went to have a drink
We took our pints we sat outside
And laughed and had a……………….. joke”
It was always an “oh dear” moment.
We had many discussions about similar lines.
And of course the famous late night driving back from his beloved Play On Club on
Kelham Island, when in the dark and tipping rain it took an hour an half of touring
The Manor in Sheffield to find his beloved Phoebe’s house, first because he didn’t
have a clue as where the house was, secondly because I was reading the A-Z upside
Many a word exchanged that night.
In a nutshell though within the musical community Myke touched so many lives.
But Myke was also a skilled model engineer. Not many people appreciate that his
passion for model trains led him to launching a business. MB Trains. “MB Trains
Made in Sheffield”, his labels proudly boast.
This business manufactured hand built and painted model electric trains. I have
one proudly displayed in my cabinet in the colours of Southern Railways. Typical
of Myke, even the boxes and label were all “hand made”, the label precisely placed
on the lid with the typical perfection he sought from whatever he did in life.
Sadly the business itself was not a raving success, yet like his music, his trains
have a cult following amongst the serious and knowledgeable collectors.
When someone passes on it’s the norm for all and sundry to creep from undergrowth
to express their good wishes etc and say what a great person they were. In our Myke's
case it’s all true though. A nicer, sweeter personality, a more unassuming generous,
loving man, one could not wish to meet.
I count myself privileged and extremely lucky to have worked alongside him for so
long. He will never know the joy he brought into my life personally, nor how much
I treasured his friendship.
But the music must go on.
Myke would not want the tears, he would not want the long faces. I’m sure he saw
it as his personal mission in life to bring happiness to everyone’s lives. Which
is why one way or another The Mashers will continue to play. Which is why we must
all celebrate this fantastic man’s life. Which is why we must fill that empty seat
Above all he has achieved at least one of his life’s main aims “leave them wanting
more”. Indeed, if only.
And something from Myke’s early years on the Sheffield music scene. Here Carig
Booker, Myke’s companion in music crime with Rhiannon reflects upon his good friend.
I first met Myke at that frenetic cauldron of musical activity ‘The Grapes’, on
Trippett Lane in Sheffield, back in around 1981. There was a jam session underway,
and Myke being Myke he expressed an interest in my acoustic guitar playing. My band
(the esoterically named ‘Slidin’ Frog’, oddly enough – I still have a badge somewhere
to prove it) had just folded, and I was desperate for a new musical opportunity.
Myke told me about a band he was in – Rhiannon – and said that the female lead singer
(Karen, I think) was leaving, and he was looking to maybe rock things up a bit by
recruiting not one but two new members, and working the arcane art of electrickery
into the band. When I left for home that teatime he’d fired my imagination, but I
never really thought the call would come...
But come it did – after a few gigs with another outfit I’m sure you’re all aware
of, Earth Tales.
Rhiannon, 1982-86. One album (‘The Birds of Rhiannon’ on Fellside), a few tapes,
several festivals, big gigs, small gigs, gigs with (literally in one case) one man
and his dog. And at its heart was Myke – bassist, guitarist and mandolin artiste
extraordinaire. His gentle wit and humour, his ability to reconcile band disagreements
so easily, his free-flowing conversation and his ability to drink like a fish without
ever clapping an ounce of weight on were all sources of inspiration.
There are many stories I could relate about this musically fecund and exciting time
with him, but I don’t think it right to include them in all their glory here. Myke
may have told you some of them anyway – our abortive hitch-hiking attempt to Bromyard
Festival with box upon box of his wonderful handmade trains, and the amazing gig
for Sir John Brighte’s Regiment of Foote (a local civil war Parliamentarian re-enactment
Society) in the backyard of Jodrell Bank being just two.
Whale of a Time, too – when Rhiannon lost their singers we decided to continue as
a 3 piece, playing mainly Scots, Irish and old English instrumentals. I still remember
Myke, Stella and I in the recording studio. The first session included a version
of the Irish slip-jig, ‘Kid on the Mountain’ – all very traditional, until Myke thundered
in with his earth-shattering electric guitar rhythm, and later a screaming, very
untraditional and irreverent, electric guitar solo such as might have been squeezed
out by one of the late ‘60s American west-coast bands. The best of times! He later
applied the same skills and vision to a souped-up recording of Christmas carols we
did in 1991, the release of which was delayed because the roof of the recording studio
was leaking and unsafe.
Those ten years were peppered with special projects (such as ‘A Musical Inferno’,
which portrayed the story of music from ancient Greece to the modern day and featured
many local ‘folkies’), folk club appearances and, indeed, special folk days at the
various pubs where we practiced. Myke was always the focus of my gigging in those
days, and I’m proud to have been a part of it all. As the backroom boys, we often
exchanged wild solos and wilder grins during our gigs, looning about which often
went unnoticed by the others in the bands, although not necessarily by the audiences...
And that’s the memory I’ll always carry with me – Myke, long hair flying, his mad
but somehow gentle grin animating his long, spare frame as he dashed off yet another
Many comments have been posted already on this site about how much Myke will be
missed. I agree with all of them, many times over. With knobs on. I lost touch with
him after Whale of a Time folded, and only got back in touch a couple of years ago.
Instead of calling me or emailing me, he sent me handwritten letters. I still prize
a handwritten version of one of his songs, ‘Emma’, which he sent me so I could learn
it when we next met up somewhere to play – possibly at the Commercial in Chapeltown,
as the 2009 August Bank Holiday do there was the last time I played music with him,
and I thought there might be a repeat this year. Sadly, it was not to be.
Myke, you were a one off, and you’ll be missed more than words can say. I’ll cherish
the memories we shared always. Now tell the angels to put their ruddy harps away
and strap on their Strats and Les Pauls, plug them into their Marshall stacks via
their Boss Hyper-Metal pedals, and blow the bloody gates of Heaven off.
THE BOOK OF CONDOLENCE TO
We’ve collected together all the comments and Emails sent to The Rawmarsh Masher
site and other places and have published them in one document.
Tributes come in every day and the book will be updated weekly in the immediate
I have only sketchy knowledge of this part of Myke’s life, Craig has filled some
of the holes in above.
Rhiannon were, Craig Booker, Stella Davies, Linda Hurcombe, Michael Thorpe and of
course the mighty Myke.
Wherever Myke and I toured his association with Rhiannon would be remembered a tribute
to the respect amongst the folk community and beyond the Band had and Myke’s own
larger than life stage personality.
Here is a track from their Album “The Birds of Rhiannon”. It happens to be the
first track and I’ve chosen it because it so typically Myke. It’s a song many of
you will have heard him performing recently with Phoebe as The Wyrd Wych and The
Mad Frog. “Twa Corbies”.
Why is it so typically Myke? First the intro which is thumping, second a bass
line that bares all his hallmarks. Listen for yourself (don’t forget to switch
off The Masher noise by clicking the stop button on the player, top right corner
of the page.)
Michael Peter John Barritt – or should that be Michael John Peter Barritt? Well,
that depends on whether you believe Myke or his birth certificate – and his parents
always said the registrar got it wrong anyway, so let’s go along with Myke’s version
Myke was born in Chester, only child of Mary Elizabeth nee Aspinall and Arthur Lloyd
Barritt. His parents were both keen gardeners and environmentalists, and Myke’s
father was a railway enthusiast, collector of model trains and model maker. So we
can see where his got his love of nature, model railways and his incredible model
What is less clear is where his musical talents came from. Mary and Arthur liked
listening to music, but were apparently not otherwise musical themselves.
Myke's childhood is evoked by a complete set of Meccano magazines, several illustrated
books of fairy stories and some ancient atlases that he still had with him, having
moved them from one flat to another during his lifetime. Meccano is reflected in
the meticulous numbering and labelling of the tin-plate models he produced, the illustrated
fairy stories in the pre-raphaelite style of fair maids that adorned posters for
band appearances – all edged with a celtic border. One such poster displaying an
unconcealed breast later appears with a more modest low-cut dress. He also loved
to draw detailed maps.
Myke made tin-plate trains, carriages and wagons from tin cans, developing variously
the brand names MB trains and MPJB trains, bearing the labels, Made in Sheffield,
and latterly, Made in Rotherham, on his own delightful home-made boxes He discovered
that beer brewing kits provided him with the largest area of tin for making carriages.
When ribbed tins were introduced it became progressively more difficult to find suitable
material and he sent out a plea to his friends to save straight cans for him. Also
it became more difficult to obtain the clockwork motors, so he produced a series
of push-along floor toys. Trains and carriages were often reproductions of manufacturers
such as Bing, painted in fine detail.
Myke also became very well-known on the Sheffield and Rotherham music scenes, turning
his hand to many different styles of music with no apparent difficulty.
Myke was living in Redditch, playing in the band “Near Springs” with Rick Sanders,
when he met Chris & Mary Humphries. Myke followed Chris to Sheffield in 1975 to live
in a shared house in Brunswick Street. He was a strict vegetarian frequently having
rows with his house-mates over the use of the fridge. Karl Ampofo was living around
the corner in Havelock Square and they would meet at gigs discovering a mutual liking
for Marvel & DC comics and various obscure bands over the following two years. The
first Myke Birthday Bash occurred in 1977 featuring Karl's band Earthsea sharing
a guitarist with Chris & Mary Humphries. Myke was in a band called the Heavy Fairies.
In 1978 Karl & Myke first played together in the band Rampage at the Hallamshire
pub with drummer Neil Kelly and keyboard player Gordon Goligher. The antics of Neil's
dog brought an untimely end to the performance and some ill-feeling from the pub
regulars. After a time appearing as Nosey, the band finally became Earthtales making
their debut at The Wapentake. Gordon, then Neil left the band at which time Andy
Prescott joined (from Flying Lessons) and roadie Wolfie recommended a drummer he
had met at the Grapes – Prof Parsons. Myke and Karl shared the songwriting. Earthtales
appeared regularly at The Broadfield and then at a new venue called The Leadmill
along with Malc Douglas's band Long Lankin. Craig Booker joined the band in 1981.
They also played benefits for The Brick Rabbit vegetarian restaturant.
While moving between Rock bands, Myke had been performing folk music with Chris &
Mary and also with John 'Macca' Macdonald as The Counties.
Meanwhile, Stella Davies had also come to Sheffield from Birmingham in 1975. Meeting
Myke resulted in an alliance that resulted in performance of folk and especially
Celtic music for around 25 years beginning with Rhiannon appearing regularly at The
Amazing Grapes Vaudeville Folk Club (hosted by Macca) on Fridays and The New Grapes
Folk Club on Saturdays . Landlady Lucy used to make Myke a “vegetarian sausage”
sandwich for breakfast consisting of a pile of fried onions and lots of mustard in
a breadcake and Myke loved it. The band quickly developed a considerable repertoire
of songs and tunes which Myke began recording as cassette albums. “Electric At Last”,
coinciding with the introduction of Craig's keyboards to the band and electric mandolin,
guitar and bass for Myke, probably reveals the fulfilment of Mykes ambition to add
some electrical wizardry to traditional music, along the lines of Fairport Convention
perhaps. A demo tape “Une Soirée Chez Frack” then “Three Wrens To The Ounce”, a
compilation of the bands work from 1982-84, led the band into the Fellside studios
to record “The Birds of Rhiannon” in 1985, though “Lovely Joan” had alreay appeared
on the Sheffield compilation album “Flightpath One” (Vulcan 1984).
Myke also produced the cassette “Return of the Deaf Duck” - a compilation of Earthtales
recordings, some from The Saddle in 1979. Here appears a track “Bassists Piss” -
frequently performed live as the rest of the band jammed Green Onions while Myke
For several years Myke went around in plastic sandals – summer and winter. Stella
says “Once we climbed up Mam Tor in the snow. I was cross because the sandals prevented
Myke from reaching the top and he was decidedly unsure of foot for the descent. In
the end we just sat down and slid. I didn't stay cross long – it was amazing, but
we had wet bums all the way home on the bus”.
The departure of singers Michael Thorpe and Linda Hurcombe from Rhiannon resulted
in the purely instrumental band Whale of a Time. During this period many English
tunes, particularly from the North East, joined the Celtic repertoire. Myke developed
a skill for inventing “bridges” - changes in tempo and key change sequences - to
stitch two or more often three tunes into a seamless set. Posters for gigs began
to be branded with “Dogstar Endeavours” as the band produced projects such as “A
Musical Inferno” (scripted by Raymond Greenoaken) and “Samhain : A Blaze On Every
Hill”. The band took up residence in the attics of The Hare and Hounds and various
pubs around Kelham Island until they reached The Harlequin (the former pub on Johnson
Street!) in 1993.
There began a regular Friday Night folk club, hosted by Whale of a Time, where any
kind of performance was welcomed (influenced by the two Grapes clubs and the welcoming
and enthusiatic style of Ted Earnshaw at The Booit Straps). Although no one came
before 8.30, Myke would be there much earlier to single-handedly carry all the amps,
speakers and keyboards down from the attic, set them up, and place a candle in a
wine bottle on each table. The room was frequently packed despite the alternative
and equally packed song session in the room downstairs. Craig departed to form Tyburn
and Anne Naylor and Andy Bowdin joined Myke and Stella in “Jig for a Kiss”, named
after a favourite tune by Nottingham band Patti O' Doors. As new songs came into
the repertoire, old tunes would be brought back to start or finish the song. Myke
would often clear up the glasses in the early hours of the day, taking advantage
of forgotten pints left behind and sleeping on the benches to finish clearing up
later in the morning. Myke produced many leaflets in celtic borders featuring Harlequin
drawn by Raymond and Myke and Stella began “Columbine”, a free fringe folk magazine
with a feature column by “Frog” (ie Myke) which survived for only two issues. Anne
left and Stella brought in a colleaugue from Greek classes – Glynis Llewelyn - adding
welsh-language songs to performances. Stella and Myke instituted an annual Maritime
Festival, which in it's final year of 2000 was held in the rear yard under a huge
construction of plastic sheeting. Myke entered the Harlequin song competition, reaching
the semi-finals with “Losing The Way”, which he asked Prof to sing – it is only in
recent years that he gained the confidence to sing his own songs with “Emma”. A photograph
appeared in the Harlequin of Myke aged perhaps 27. In his fifties there was little
discernable difference – same hair, same slight build, perhaps slightly stronger
Stella says “Myke was more always and totally himself than anyone I have ever known.
I think some people envied him for this and some loved him for it; some of us did
both! Now, thinking of Sheffield as my past life in a way, it’s all Myke everywhere
I look. If I hadn’t met him I might have had quite a normal life, but I’m so glad
I did and didn’t!”.
When the Harlequin closed in 2000, the folk club moved to The Shakespeare nearby,
with a new name - “Play On”, moving to The Fat Cat in 2002 . Stella had always been
the MC, but when she returned to Cardiff, Myke was determined that the folk club
would always take place on the first Friday of every month whether it was a bank
holiday or whatever. Unfortunately the flood of June 2007 resulted in the July club
not being possible but otherwise he maintained that vow. Even though he moved to
Rotherham becoming immersed in the Folk scene there and making many more friends,
he maintained his allegiance to the Play On club.
Myke had periods of infatuation with Joan Jet of The Runaways, Kate Bush, Gaye Advert
and Maire Brennan. In fact he was besotted with Clannad by 1978, four years before
they became famous with Theme from Harry's Game. He was also a great fan of Blowzabella.
Myke played music in many other line-ups including The Frain Family, alongside Theresa,
as duo the Rawmarsh Mashers and most recently with Phoebe as The Wyrd Wych & The
Mad Frog, making one of their first appearances at his 60th birthday party last year.
In Rotherham he worked voluntarily for the Oxfam shop, enjoying it so much and spending
so much time there that he was chastised by the benefit office. He became unpaid
manager for a while and hoped to be able to continue working in the shop - he developed
a talent for creating appealing window displays - but the shop converted to be solely
When he began to receive pension credit, he felt so wealthy that he splashed out
on arranging two proper gigs for Earthtales. Following the death of his mother in
2008 he had been planning to buy a house where he could set up a proper workshop
for model making, a permanent layout for one of his vast collection of train sets
and a music room with the intention of making a studio recording of Earthtales.
Phoebe says “When helping me & Sylvia clearing and decorating mum’s house in Brinsworth,
we would often laugh and make jokes based on the play on words – Myke being especially
fond of the English language. Also, he would burst into song, prompted by something
one of us had said, and we now regret not having written down what we called the
Thanks to Phoebe Taylor-Thorpe, Sylvia May, Stella Davies, Karl Ampofo, Craig Booker
and Prof Parsons for their memories of a most unassuming yet wonderfully talented
musician and tin-plate modeller.
Home-produced tapes …
Rhiannon - Electric At Last / Une Soirée Chez Frack (Demo Tape)
Will Ye Go To Flanders Follow Me Up To Carlow
Up & Down Again Donnybrook Fair / Munster Buttermilk
The Maid Of Coolmore Moving On Song (McColl)
Bonsoir Maître De Maison Planxty Burke (Carolan)
The Leaboy's Lassie Star Of Munster / Humours Of Tulla
Lady Gray's Waltz (Booker, Thorpe) King Of The Fairies
Morrison's Jig / The Ash Plant Morpeth Fair
Moving On Song (McColl) O'Connors Polka / Maggie In The Wood (1)
Lovely Joan (2)
(Recorded Live At The Grapes) (Recorded & Produced by Rhiannon / Yan Frack
Child Of The P.U.B. (Caroll) More Knackered (Earthtales)
Cease To Exist (Ampofo) Spaceways (Ampofo)
Just For You (Ampofo) Nast Little Lonely (Perry)
Ugly Clouds (Ampofo) Gotcha Believing (Prescott)
Are You Ready (Ampofo) Broken String (Earthtales)
Stalemate (Prescott) Bassist's Piss (Earthtales)
Notes You Drop (Ampofo) Gordon's Jam (Goligher)
Farthings and Phlogiston (a memorable title but the tape has not
Whale Of A Time with Beryl Graham – Like Silver Lamps (Carols)
Rhiannon - Light Metals – 12 S. Yorks. Bands a.k.a. Flightpath One (1984) Vulcan
Records CUS 0001
features Lovely Joan. Sleeve by MB. (Vinyl 12”)
Rhiannon - The Birds of Rhiannon (1985) Fellside (Vinyl 12” and cassette)
Rhiannon - recorded live on the Radio Hallam show Folkus
A Canterbury Tale
Draggin' Me In
Wrecked On Love
Skies On Fire (together with Andy Prescott & Karl Ampofo (and using a theme previously
written by Gordon Goligher)
Losing The Way
A Folk Opera (work in progress)
If You Leave Me (never performed)
For the most part they are bouncy - almost pop songs dealing with love and lust.
Laser Lady is an exception being rowdy and punk style. Emma, written after reading
a book about the passionate and scandalous affair between Lord Nelson and Lady Emma
Hamilton, is different again, a slow heavy tempo, sounding dark and vindictive, though
again on the topic of lust.
Also at Nellie Folk on the 24th May - a good friend of The Mashers, Sue Sutherland
sang a song she had written herself in tribute to Myke - I have to say that for
Phoebe and I it was a very moving interlude in the evening. We both thought we were
doing quite well until Sue performed this number.
The Words are all Sue’s and the tune is Trad. “Danny Farrell”
I knew Myke Barritt saw him just the other day
Walking down by Rhino’s to Nellies for to play
He never could quite see you
Hey Myke! How are you?
Hello Sue my darling was all that he would say
He’s a Minstrel, a rover, he’s roamed the country over-A vegan, a pagan, a special
A musician, a best mate, a mean guitar player
Still now Myke Barritt will live on
I knew Myke Barritt when his hair was not so long
Unlike Dickie Masher who’s forgot where his has gone
Gigs at any venue, they could soon vacate the place
Music flying off the stand and Myke in a daze
Myke loved his Phoebe. She was everything to him
He was always looking for her and he liked her close to him
He loved music and performers no matter what they did
He would giggle and dance or act just like a kid
Now there is no more Myke Barritt to hug and kiss and say
Hey Myke How are you? As he walked along the way
Hello Sue my darling is what he used to say
We would cuddle and giggle only saw you yesterday
LISTEN TO SUE SINGING THE SONG
24th May and I went to Nlllie Folk at The Bridge Inn for their tribute to Myke evening.
Collecting my pint at the bar Ben the Land Lord passed me a piece of paper - “Terry
asked me to give you this” he says.
Scribbled on the sheet was this poem - written by Terry a well known Rotherham character.
The poem demonstrates Myke’s ability to touch people’s lives.
Myke Barritt will not know
But in our hearts he’ll be held with pride
Musician, singer, a comic wit
The blue print true firend
Myke was it
God Bless Myke
A soul mate to play partner Richard
And I’m proud to say
A friend to me
DON’T LET ME DIE UNDER FLUORESCENT LIGHTS
Al Taylor, better known as The Misk Hills Mountain Rambler sang one of his self written
songs at the The Bridge Charity Festival on the 31st May 2010 which he dedicated
to the memory of Myke.
In his introduction to the song Al said that it had remained unsung up to that day
because he did not have an ending for it. Myke’s sudden parting had provided the
inspiration for that ending.
For that reason we publish the song here. - and if you click on the CD icon you
can listen to the completed version. Enjoy.
Don’t Let Me Die Under Fluorescent Lights – Taylorsongsmithery 2009 Sept