This was written as part of a song-writing project at Exeter Arts Centre, collaborating in this instance with Chris (? – not sure of the surname now …).
I had a surdo (brazilian samba drum) and wanted to do something different with it. I improvised the words while we played around with the rhythm, and found myself writing about a very dark period in my life, ten years or so earlier, when I lost my will to live. Thankfully some truly amazing friends were there to carry me when I couldn’t walk, and encourage me to stand again.
Dedicated to the wonderful Stuart Lindeman, without whom I’m not sure I’d be here today.
