As promised a unique inside look at the audio recording process of the poet - but it was just too early, croaky voice drowning in coffee and not internally either. Yes straight from a seventies sitcom I'd poured half a cup of garage latte down myself, just after parking in the wrong place! In contrast Tom Scott was as calm and professional as ever, and read his poem out in dark ominous tones - then I went in and shattered all allusions of poetic atmos with a Robin Red-Breast poem spouted from the lips of a broadly based Northern Lass. The dialect was a little diluted unlike the coffee as by now I felt a little queasy as well as soggy. Bloomin professional me, never said a word beyond poetry and polite thank yous. In all seriousness it was harder than recording a song, the breathing is oddly irregular but I really, really enjoyed bringing my poems to life and thanks to Tom's patient guidance they felt good to read aloud. It all begins on the 12th February at Trebah Gardens....
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