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"I just need one more guitar..."

Sunday 8th February 2026

I began downsizing my guitar collection - not that I am a collector - a couple of years ago. The reason I have acquired so many over the years was because I was always searching for 'THAT' tone, and each new guitar represented what I believed at that time to be THE guitar, but all too quickly became just another one that didn't quite qualify as my personal 'Holy Grail' of guitars. I gave an old friend 

(affectionately known as 'Lyra') to my occasional gig partner and good mate Kris Jones after our Christmas show; I know he will give that guitar a good life, and together they will make wonderful music. I will continue to slowly 'thin the herd' until I have a nucleus of what I use as 'tools of my trade', or that, for sentimental reasons, I simply can't part with, such as an all-Mahogany Baby Taylor that my late Dad helped to buy for my 40th birthday; it's the last contribution I have that he made to my musical journey, and it will be with me until my final day in this life.

 

I think I can honestly say that after all of the years of searching, I have found my own ultimate guitar, although it actually spans at least two instruments - my Brook Tavy, 'Autumn' and my Furch Red Deluxe GC-SR. The Brook has the most incredible dark, woody tone that speaks of warm firesides/campfires on a cold evening, and yet still has a bright shimmer that comes a quite a surprise from such a large bodied guitar, more so because of the dark woods from which it was made. The Furch Red has a pure clarity of attack and such a warm sustain that it regularly elicits compliments after gigs, and which the guitar players in my audiences want to ask questions about as they are so impressed with its tone. The Brook and the Furch are a perfect partnership.

 

I have been playing 'Autumn' tuned down a full tone for my last few gigs, but even though it's a larger bodied guitar and thus more 

capable of being tuned down, it has a slightly shorter scale (it was built to my own specifications), so the intonation isn't quite right as 

I go further up the neck. It's nothing wrong with the guitar, it's me; I'm asking it to do something it wasn't built for! It sounds absolutely

wonderful in 'normal' tuning.

 

The need for a guitar that's tuned down is because I am occasionally hired to play sets of John Denver's music, and as my own voice has matured, I can no longer reach those high notes that John could, and so I tune the guitar down and can still play the authentic notes/chords. Also, for some reason only my rather weird mind could try to explain, I continue to write songs with chord arrangements that I find really pleasing, only to discover then that it's a stretch to reach the notes, and I'm reluctant to re-write the entire arrangement as it's the signature of the song. My lastest song, "Here" is the perfect example of that. I began writing it one Sunday on my Furch Pioneer MMa, which has become my 'go to' guitar at home because it's small and comfortable, sounds superb and I don't panic if I have to put it down quickly to sort out a feline disagreement, whereas I'd want to put my more valuable guitars back in the case, by which time the 'Cat Defcon Scale' has gone to #1 and I'm spending the next half hour picking up fur, ears, tails, etc., and replacing everything that's been knocked over in the battle! The Pioneer is kept in standard tuning, and when finishing the song, it dawned upon me that I needed to play in a lower key, so I completed the writing with 'Autumn', the Brook Tavy.

 

Anyway, purely by chance - I listen to a lot of guitar music whilst doing the usual household tasks - principally Lindsay Straw (www.youtube.com/@LindsayStraw), a wonderful player and composer, Guitar Notes and Notions (www.youtube.com/@guitarnotions), probably the most eclectic and infectiously enthusiastic guitar teacher on YouTube, Lance Allen (www.youtube.com/@guitarlancer), a

talented and expressive player - I came across an acoustic baritone, and it opened my eyes, ears and mind to what I should perhaps have considered before. This is a guitar specially constructed to be played in a much lower key (5 semitones lower) so instead of being tuned E-A-D-G-B-E, the baritone is tuned B-E-A-D-F#-B with thicker strings and a slightly longer scale. The one I heard first was being played by Karlijn Langendijk (www.youtube.com@karlijnlangendijk) another amazing player, mainly classical style, and it made me start looking at possibiities. Cindy (Guitar Notes and Notions) plays a Furch Baritone in Spruce and Walnut, and it sounds so full, rich and resonant, and comes at a reasonable price, too. I am a huge Furch Fan, but I do like my guitars to be a little 'less plain', (just a nice abalone or Koa soundhole rosette works for me), and the Blue series has a 'stripped back' aesthetic, but a baritone guitar will be - for me at least - a tool, to be played at gigs to give me a reliable sound, without any intonation issues due to slack strings, so in this case I don't mind. Compared with my other guitars, I guess I probably won't play it quite as much at home - unless I fall into my own perpetual trap of writing a song in a lower key! Then again, you never know...it could turn out to be the ultimate 'chill out' guitar.

 

All this to say that I ordered my own Furch Baritone SW around three weeks ago from Richards Guitars; it's still at least six weeks from arrival, and hopefully it will be here for when I start playing gigs again after my three month break. I will post photos in my blog page, along with a sound sample; I may possibly re-record 'Here' with it, or perhaps I might get lucky and find another new song between now and then.

 

I will then own six wonderful Furch guitars and will at the very least expect to be invited over to their factory by Petr Furch!

..I should be so lucky!

 

 

Update from Stuart Capuano Guitars, Australia

Pictured to the right is the HR-3, Stuart's latest creation; a parlour guitar, built to his own specifications, with a slightly deeper body than one might normallly find on an instrument of this size. This depth, along with the solid Cedar top and 3 piece solid Walnut back with centre piece in solid Myrtle, give this litte guitar a voice that projects with clarity and warmth. It's hard to believe that this beauty was made from wood that Stuart rescued.

 

It has a nicely figured Rosewood fingerboard and bridge, and the body has a lovely satin finish. You may note no headstock logo at this point; I am doing my best to convince Stuart he needs one!

Stuart has several other interesting guitars currently in the design or build process, one of which I convinced him to make, in all solid Mahogany. At the time we first talked about it, he had some nice sheets of African Mahogany, which would have looked really good, then one Sunday he announced (very excitedly) that I just had to see his latest 'find'. 

 

He had recovered some very old wardrobe sections, which had been later painted over, so he had no real knowledge of what lay beneath, other than believing it to be Mahogany. Several hours of planing later, the most exquisitely figured wood was revealed; yes it is Mahogany, but with such wonderful flaming, and enough of it to build a couple of guitars that have (Stuart reliably informs me!) incredible 'tap tone'. I'm looking forward to watching their journey.

A nice closeup view of the HR-3, showing the lovely woods and figured bridge, along with a vignette of what's going on inside - hand crafted braces and kerfing.

Sunday 8th February 2026

A short clip from my latest song, "Here"

Here is the link to a 1 minute YouTube Short of my latest song, "Here", which I played live for the first time last night during the encore of my Christmas concert.

 

https://youtube.com/shorts/3RETFn1V92Y?feature=share

 

My heartfelt thanks to Rosemary Cambell for kindly sharing this video.

 

 

The body is very good at telling us when it's struggling, and it's time to take time to be kind to ourselves, but most of us aren't so good at listening to it - myself included. Fatigue, however, can be all-consuming, and I know when it's time to stop for a while and recharge. I managed to sprain my ankle pretty badly yesterday when I missed the step off the stage at a gig, and that was simply because I was too tired and unsteady to notice it. Definitely time to take my foot off the gas and put it onto solid ground!

 

So, although I will still be taking bookings for 2026, my intention is to give gigs, with the travelling and late nights a rest just for a little while, to give my body a chance to (literally) find its balance again. I will consider all requests for work from April onward, though I will still be available online for songwriting workshops, etc. Whilst I won't be burning the candle at both ends, I will still be spending time with my guitars, and listening for new songs, so hopefully I will have something else fresh and new for the Spring. I did enjoy playing my new song, 'Here' for the first time yesterday, and it should be a more polished performance next time around, and I'm going to enjoy playing it in as many places as possible.

 

My final performance of 2025 will be at Knotty Ash, Liverpool, on the 19th of December; tickets for this are now sold out.

 

Please keep an eye on my blog page for updates, as I have a few new items that I will be posting soon.

Sunday 7th December 2025, 6:20 pm

 

 

Taking a Short Break - I WILL be back

Maple, 'Mippy' - 18 years and 8 months old Calico, living with acute kidney disease and high blood pressure, but still loving her life and her food! Mippy is the principal reason for the lack of sleep!

Rocky the Maine Coon, who has pancreatitis and

advanced hip and spinal arthritis, seen here on a better day, hogging the chair that I was about to settle into for a songwriting session!

The past couple of months have been a challenge. We've been trying to keep going whilst getting hardly any sleep, looking after first one older cat with an acute health issue, and now a second ageing cat with several health problems. 

Update: sadly, Mippy lost her battle with Kidney Disease on Monday 15th December; she is painfully missed, forever in our hearts. Until we meet again, my little furry angel.

Sunday 2nd November 2025 11:05pm

*New song!*

Just a brief note to say that I finished writing a new song just before 11pm. It took me around an hour, in three bursts of activity; 

beginning last Sunday 26th of October, whilst looking across the fields near home, when the first chorus came to me; I just added the 

final chorus. I'd had the tune in my head for a week or so, but living crazy life of nursing a very frail, elderly pussycat named Maple (Mippy to her friends), whilst working, and catching the odd few hours' sleep has not been conducive to extended periods of creativity!

 

Today, whilst driving to and from a tree nursery to investigate a potential living Christmas tree for our local community, the verses 

followed. I had maybe ten minutes with my Furch guitar this evening to listen to the music that it brought to life.

 

The song is a vignette of how I feel so blessed to love nature, to continue to be given gifts in the form of songs now and again, and to be able to share them with you.

 

As is my way, I won't put the entire song here, but here are the first verse and first chorus:



Here

 

Like the start of a love song, the first light of morning

Gives hope to my heart, and colours my eyes

Down by the ocean, with stillness around me

My soul, like a free bird, flies

 

In all of the colours of Spring and of Autumn

In the first snow of Winter, in Summer's bright song

Through the rain and the sunshine, surrounded by nature

Here is where I belong

 

 

 

Words and music Copyright Mark Robinson, November 2025

I'll post the full song on YouTube and here on this website when I've become familiar with it - cue a couple of weeks of singing it so much that it drives me crazy!

Sunday 19th October 2025
A Long Term Connection: Richards Guitars

*Please note I am not sponsored by Richards Guitars in any way; the thoughts and experiences here are my own, but I value this little business so highly that I feel it's important to share them.
 

The story of my relationship with Richards Guitars in Stratford Upon Avon goes back a couple of years or so, and the 

beginning is in itself rather unusual. I have had basal thumb arthritis (the most common form of arthritis) for over twelve years; primarily my left thumb was affected, but over the past years, my right hand also began to have arthritic issues. I had been given numerous steroid injections during this time, and many times been told "you need a trapeziectomy", a procedure where the metacarpal bone adjoining the thumb is surgically removed. This would have relieved my pain, but almost 

certainly ended my guitar playing days, so of course, I resisted it, choosing to live with what might one day be a trivial niggle, and on others, utterly excruciating. I even taught myself to hold the guitar neck in a way that would relieve pressure on my thumb, and rely on the strength of my fingers to fret the chords. 

 

In June this year, as a result of being part of a study into the comparative benefits of physiotherapy/occupational therapy versus surgery, I finally had a surgical procedure called a CMC replacement, where the joint at the base of the thumb is 

replaced by a titanium cone, with a ball and socket joint fitted into the trapezium. What a huge difference it has made to my quality of life.

My right thumb is now better than it's been for years, and I am on the waiting list to have the left one replaced. My grateful thanks to Consultant Surgeon Nick Johnson and his wonderful team; I owe you folks big time.

 

Quick rewind at this point! In 2023, I finally admitted defeat, went to my doctor and asked to be referred to the hospital, which he did; he asked me to choose between two local hospitals, and I chose the modern one, which is where this journey really begins.

 

The brilliant Pulvertaft Hand Clinic at Royal Derby Hospital work with musicians, and whilst other treatments were ongoing, I was advised to try a 12-fret parlour guitar, which would put less pressure on my thumb in terms of chords where the hand has a longer stretch. I began researching 12-Fret parlour instruments, and came across what I thought might work for me, then looked for a local dealer. Richards Guitars I knew had a brilliant reputation, and they had the very instrument that I thought looked right for me.

 

I made contact and discovered that they offer a quite unique service - you book the entire guitar showroom for yourself for a morning or afternoon session, and the staff (Jon and Jake) then prepare the instruments you've chosen to try out, and place them on stands waiting for your arrival. Both Jon and Jake were genuinely interested in why I was looking for a parlour 

guitar, and had their own views on the instrument I'd elected to look at. At other larger guitar stores, I had previously 

experienced "try lighter strings" (disinterested fob off) or FAR worse - "you really need this (totally unsuitable) guitar here", slowly steering the customer, like a sheepdog, towards the checkout. At Richards there was - and is - absolutely no high pressure selling going on; I was left with the guitar I'd called about, and one they both thought might better suit my needs, or which would at least offer me a comparator, so if I did go for the researched guitar, I'd know I made the right choice. I didn't know at that time just how different parlour guitars could be, both in terms of construction and tone. 

 

Upon my arrival, Jon explained that he could empathise with my hand issues, so he had some insight to what it's like living with a hand that doesn't always do what you want it to, and it hurts like crazy when it does. I genuinely felt I was - pardon the pun - in good hands. Well, the guitar I thought I might take home was definitely not for me; tonally it sounded like a very small instrument, but crucially, the neck really did not work with my hands at all. Somewhat reluctantly, I picked up the one that Jon and Jake thought might suit me better, and the difference - before playing a single note - was astounding. The neck was extremely comfortable, it felt better balanced, and when I began to play it - surprisingly for me (!) - such sweet tones filled the room, and with a depth that belied its size. I played numerous songs on it, over the best part of an hour, and every chord was far more comfortable to play. I was hooked - and frankly a little in awe of the two young men who had listened so carefully to my reason for being there, and had applied their experience to offer me something that fitted my needs like a tailored glove. That guitar is an Auden Emily Rose. I'd never heard of them before that day.

 

 

During that hour, I wasn't asked "how is it going?", or "any early thoughts?"; in fact I was left alone to play and get 

comfortable - or not - with the guitars. Every time I've been to Richards Guitars, this 'leaving you alone with the entire 

showroom at your disposal' has been a constant theme. I have been back many times, and I can't tell you just how 

wonderful it feels to be trusted, to be allowed to try an £8K guitar even though I might be looking at a < £1K instrument, and it really helped me realise that one doesn't need to spend such amounts if there is a 'better fit' guitar on the wall, or on a stand nearby. That led to me later buying more guitars as I sold my own ('big brand', more expensive) instruments that I no longer played, and each visit is like being a kid in a sweet shop, or maybe Dracula left in charge of the blood bank (Jon will really get that joke as we've talked about me having too many guitars in hard cases, a home rather like a vampire lair, full of large plastic 'coffins' containing things that never see the light of day). Jon will forever be known as Count Orlok now!

 

One thing I noticed here is that the room isn't falsely decorated with acoustic wood panels, as I've seen in so many larger stores, which makes the guitar you're trying sound way better than it actually does in your living room, which is where it will probably be played more than anywhere. You get the tone of the guitar without any 'smoke and mirrors', and they also have a sofa as well as a guitar stool, which further replicates where you will most likely play your instrument, so you know straight away if the body size will work for you practically, at home. Better to find out in the showroom that the jumbo you had your eye on feels so cumbersome (or not) when you're sitting on the sofa.

 

A couple of years have passed, and I've found myself drawn to the brands I'd either never heard of (Auden and Dowina) or never tried (Furch), because the 'big dealerships' were selling mainly Martins or Taylors. I have since parted company with twelve guitars, bought maybe seven, and have at least broken even. I will write a blog about the Furch Little Jane sometime soon. I wish I'd found Richards Guitars before spending my money and time on guitars that really didn't give me what I needed/wanted as I'd be financially even better off!

My (dismantled!) Furch Little Jane LJ11-SR

My incredible Furch Red Deluxe GC-SR

 

The whole ethos though of Richards guitars is what I truly 'get', what I believe in. Quality instruments, supplied in the friendliest way imaginable, by knowledgeable and personable folk who genuinely care that I have the best possible experience, from my first enquiry, through my visit to the showroom, right through to having the guitar in my hands, all properly set up. This last point is just massive; how many guitar stores actually provide a free, detailed setup - worth well over £100 - when you buy an instrument? It's generally a case of 'pay and take home', and (typically in the case of one or two big name brands) the action is so high you could drive a bus under the strings at the 12th fret, and within hours of getting it home, you need to have the thing set up properly. My setup is 1.6 mm on the treble side, and 2.2 mm on the bass, and Chris, the 

technician at Richards Guitars (a quietly spoken, lovely man) delivers exactly what the customer requests. You also get a free follow up setup at 6 months and 12 months, which is just unheard of unless one is buying a custom built guitar from a 

luthier. Jon, Jake and Chris now feel like family, and they've achieved that by being exemplary ambassadors of the best 

customer service.

 

I've written this blog today as out of the blue I received a call this morning from an unfamiliar number, and it was actually Richard himself, calling to personally thank me for the reviews I'd written on his website. We ended up talking not just about my reviews, but about family, neurodiversity, life and the things that happen which we have to deal with, and over which we have to choose whether to laugh or cry, our (certainly in my case) love-hate relationship with social media, some future plans, and of course the ethos of this small family business. Richard is keen to develop strong relationships, connections with his customers, so that he genuinely gets to know them; what a breath of fresh air, in this (in my opinion) rather 

impersonal and cold world we live in, when considering guitar store - customer relations. 

 

I found Richard to be true to the principles he espouses in his many YouTube videos, and he's an engaging and interesting man, in so many ways. I love being part of this growing 'relationship' approach, and we talked about ideas to connect us more. One of those could be an interesting little project I suggested to Richard, and I will post any details of that here as and when it hopefully takes shape; for me, it's incredibly exciting, and I'm keen to build upon my connections with Richards Guitars, and hopefully play my part in developing a community here, one based on a genuine interest in what each has to offer.

 

Thursday 2nd October 2025

The making of a wonderful new friendship and the 
incredible story of the HR-2




 

Over a year ago, I was contacted via my YouTube channel by Stuart Capuano, asking if I could teach him the intro to the great anthem 'Flying For Me' by John Denver. I can send TAB but this particular song requires a little understanding of how the arrangement was played, as - typical John - the chord itself was picked quite differently in order to achieve that signature riff. 

 

'Flying For Me' had previously added some colour to my life in another way. Back in 2004, I had been the support artist for Mack Bailey, one of John's friends, and he liked what I did enough (especially my song 'Another Sunrise', written for my late father) to ask me if I would like to open for him at The Mountain Chalet in Aspen, Colorado, that October, where he would be playing with Chris Nole (John Denver's keyboard player) and the (very sadly) late, great Pete Huttlinger, John's lead 

guitarist. It was one of the honours of my life, an opportunity not to be missed, so of course, I said YES!!!

 

On the morning of that show, I was in rehearsal at the Mountain Chalet, meeting the sound technician, going through with Mack to learn what he wanted me to do, and catching up with another friend, Mark Cormican, who was also opening the show, just before my slot. Pete was down the valley at Carbondale, where he was meeting the owner of Steve's Guitars, to 

negotiate a gig there. I was lucky enough to play a gig at Steve's myself in 2007 - what a lovely man Steve is - great little shop, fantastic acoustic space. After catching up with Mark I got chatting to a young woman who was going to be Mack's backing singer. Mack was maybe seven or eight yards away, playing THAT intro from 'Flying For Me', and he wasn't quite nailing it. Chris was shaking his head at Mack, Mack was clearly trying different things but it wasn't quite there, and even though he had his back to me, I could feel his frustration. I had my guitar around my neck, so I played the intro - as loudly as I could - at which Chris popped his head up, smiling and nodding, and Mack turned around with the biggest grin on his face "How the....?" 

It was a moment I'll never forget, particularly seeing the penny drop for Mack, then he nailed it, with a really BIG smile!

 

Back to Stuart's story. He lives in sunny Melbourne, Australia - about as far away from Staffordshire, England, as one can get, so we set up a meeting using Microsoft Teams, and I showed Stuart how to play the intro, breaking the chords down into clear steps, in slow motion, then gradually increasing my speed to demonstrate how it sounds. He soon picked it up, and when we met again a couple of weeks later, he had it nailed down. 

 

*Useful Tip: If you're using Teams to play/learn music then remember to go into 'audio settings' and enable 'High Fidelity Music Mode' or the great noise reduction filter will cut out anything other than your voice!

 

During our second conversation, Stuart announced that he was building a guitar, which is something I once had designs on doing - see the article on my Brook Tavy, 'Autumn'. I found his passion for woods fascinating (I am a guitar woods nerd!), and his sense of humour really engaging, so very quickly we had a lot to talk about. Stuart was well on the way to producing his first self-made guitar, made from Sassafras and Alpine Spruce, but it's not quite as straightforward as that! The woods had been sourced by 'dumpster diving' (to use Stuart's own expression) - quite literally climbing into a large skip/dumpster - and 'harvesting' anything with potential, removing it from the waste process and giving it a new life. Tables, chairs, doors, panels - you name it - have all been rescued by Stuart and turned into useful things - a small table for his wife, for example, but now he had a different - guitar maker's - eye looking over these woods. The Spruce top actually comes from a German piano soundboard - that piano having been made circa 1900, and the wood itself being a great deal older. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Many modern guitar manufacturers are now using a process of 'thermal curing' or 'torrefication' to artificially age the woods they use for guitar tops - aged wood having very much improved tonal qualities to those displayed by younger wood, but in Stuart's case, the majority of the wood he is using to build guitars is already very, very old indeed, and I can testify to the 

incredible tonal depth and clarity of his instruments. I had a wonderful book on guitar building, with highly detailed drawings and photos, along with plans for building different guitar body shapes, and I sent it to Stuart, as I knew he would get so much more out of it than I ever would, my guitar building days having ended before starting!

 

We spoke just the other day and his collection of woods is growing; he has acquired a significant quantity of Tasmanian and Australian Blackwood, some beautiful Myrtlewood, figured Mahogany, tight grained East Indian Rosewood, some striking Walnut, along with what appears to me to be Padauk, and a few woods as yet not identified. All of this wood was going to be thrown into landfill, so Stuart's 'hunter-gatherer' activities are helping the planet as well as filling up his workshop with piles of what starts out as scrap - often full of nails or screws - and ends up skillfully transformed into sets of quarter-sawn wood sheets or neck blanks.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Anyway, back to the story. Stuart completed his guitar, and played it for me. Now, one has to take into account that laptops and microphones over the internet aren't going to produce real high quality sound, but the tone of his Spruce-Sassafras 

guitar was simply stunning, and it looked a whole lot better than anything I could ever have created.

 

A couple of weeks later, despite being aware that I have way too many guitars and was actively trying to sell them, Stuart announced that he was making ME a guitar, again from the 'Hard Rubbish' dumpster woods. After I recovered from the 

surprise, we discussed his embryo 'cottage industry' and I suggested that - being made from 'Hard Rubbish' - we should name the guitar the HR-2, with his own becoming the HR-1. This new guitar was to be made from another piece of that same Alpine Spruce piano soundboard used for his first instrument, and the back and sides would be Tasmanian Blackwood - a sought after tonewood amongst contemporary luthiers.

 

Over the coming weeks and months, I was treated to watching Stuart's second creation turn from sheets and blocks into a viable guitar, and I have included some of the photos that Stuart sent me from the build process. We had many discussions about build techniques, wood combinations, the tools he was literally making on the go, so that he could add to his own learning journey and improve his techniques. We had such a laugh over the method he'd originally used to cut out the circle for the soundhole rosette! Stuart was improving and learning in quantum leaps, and I was - with Stuart's knowledge and full consent - sharing the progress and some of his methods and hand-made tool designs with my dear friend Roger Williams, retired master luthier. Roger was very interested in Stuart's journey, and the guitar he knew I would one day ask him to set up for me.

 

Several months passed, and eventually Stuart said "The HR-2 is ready, all strung up; do you want to hear it?". He produced this really clean looking instrument, which had a three-piece back and a very pale top, and began to play it. Even with such limited microphones - and over the internet - I could tell that the tone was something quite special - deep and resonant, yet each note had such clarity and separation. I was blown away...speechless...unusual for me! As Stuart played, I felt the guitar seemed to know his style, and suited him so well, and I did say he ought to keep it, but - generous man that he is - he wasn't having it; this would be my guitar, and its story would be mine to tell, which - as I write this blog later - due to my

website being under construction - I have already begun to do. 

 

 

So, with the HR-2 finally ready to fly, the question was how to do that safely, as it didn't have a case. Stuart's father-in-law Michael stepped in, and said he was travelling to England to visit some friends, so he would take it if there was a means of packing it as a carry on item. Stuart told me that he was planning to build a wooden crate out of plywood, and whilst that would give great protection to the fragile body, I was wondering how on earth that would ever constitute 'carry on' luggage!

 

So, after a few conversations with Michael (one of which Michael later told me included him saying "no way mate, not 

happening" when Stuart showed him the prototype coffin crate!) a compromise was struck, with the neck of the HR-2 being stowed in Michael's suitcase, and the body in an old guitar bag that Stuart had converted into a rucksack. The weeks passed, and then the day came to meet Michael and his lovely wife Wendy, with their two English friends, Ian and Jackie, and we spent a wonderful hour or so with them over a coffee in the historic village of Eyam, Derbyshire, driving through some of the most beautiful countryside to get there.

 

The HR-2 appeared to have survived unscathed, which is remarkable when considering that it had travelled from the far side of the planet - literally by 'planes, trains and automobiles'.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The above images show the HR-2 in some detail. The back is a lovely three-piece set made of Tasmanian Blackwood, the top is Alpine Spruce, the neck - which is really beautifully figured - is also in (possibly Australian) Blackwood, and the remarkable fingerboard is made of a very hard, dense - and rare - wood known as Wenge, which is notoriously difficult to work with, and can splinter, causing 

injury whilst working with it, but it is incredibly durable, and aesthetically outstanding.

 

The back and top are not 'bookmatched', as is usually the case when guitars are made by most professional guitar builders and 

manufacturers, but Stuart instead chose wood that he found tonally superior, and visually pleasing. Tonally, the HR-2 is really something special, so Stuart was 100% right with his choices. 

 

After a week or so in the hands of Roger, it was assembled, strung, and set up; you can hear the HR-2 played in the previous blog - just scroll down a little. I can't thank Stuart enough - even if he has contributed to our home looking like a vampire lair, with so many large coffin-like cases that contain many things that rarely see the light of day! I have tried to convince him that he has an alternative/side 

career as a bespoke guitar builder, but he doesn't want the pressure of deadlines for customers in his already busy work and family life. At the moment (October 2025) he has a workshop with enough wood to build several more guitars, and he's already begun working on an all-Mahogany OM (Orchestra Model), which I convinced him to make next as he doesn't own one, and it will have a tone quite unique from anything he's ever played. I can't wait to see it - he's shown me the wood he will be using for the top, which has really lovely figured grain. He's also considering an all-Blackwood model, and the stunning Walnut he is using for the back of another is like something out of a high end custom shop. All that said, it's the Myrtlewood one I can't wait to hear!

 

I will post more of Stuart's story as time passes, and if anyone wants to learn about some of his techniques, or the tools he's made 

himself, dumpster diving (!), or anything else - then please contact me and I will ask him.

Saturday 20th September 2025
Back to business!

It's been a while. My previous website looked fine but I had real issues with updating it, and relied on the goodwill of a (very busy!) friend, Michiel, who had constructed it for me, in return for me playing a couple of gigs over in Zoetermeer, The Netherlands.

 

So now, I have built this new site, which takes the pressure off Michiel, and gives me a simple means of editorial control, so now I can add new items in minutes. Many things have happened since my last entry; many guitars have left me, and some others have found their home in my hands. I tell myself I am still downsizing, but pretty much all of those remaining have played a part in my story, so I'm going to find it difficult to say many more goodbyes.

 

At the point where I had decided 'enough is enough', my good friend Stuart Capuano, from Melbourne, Australia, (more about Stuart later) announced that he was making me a guitar! There's a video about this guitar in this blog; hopefully it will make you smile; the whole story of that guitar (affectionately known as the HR-2 - more about that later, too!) is just too funny, and I can't think about it without wanting to laugh out loud, but it really is quite something.

Monday 24th July 2023
Brook Tavy update and live on air!
 

So much to talk about since my last blog. The past several weeks have seen a visit to a place of inspiration, revisiting 

connections to some of my war themed songs, an update from Brook Guitars on the guitar build process, and my music played live on a streaming channel based in the Eastern United States!
 

 

Brook Tavy: An Update

Around 7 weeks ago, I contacted Simon at Brook Guitars to enquire about the progress of my Sinker Redwood/East Indian Rosewood Tavy guitar. At that point I was informed that they would be starting on the instrument in a few weeks’ time, which left me feeling a little ahead of myself when I’d promised here to post regular updates.

Well, just a couple of weeks back I received three photos, and to say that they took my breath away would be a true 

statement. The guitar is really coming on, as the following three photos show.

This photo shows the braced back of the guitar, with the straight-grained East Indian Rosewood

contrasting nicely with the spruce bracing.

Here’s the top and sides, showing the traditional large X-brace, plus Brook’s own pattern of smaller braces. The body is housed inside the Tavy mould, which featured in the earlier blog about the guitar. The Sinker Redwood looks so dark – this promises to be a stunning looking – and sounding instrument! 

Shown here is a piece of guitar building heritage, from centuries-old traditional guitar making. 

The guitar body as shown in the last photo has had the glued back placed on it, and the vertical bent Yew rods seen here are an ancient form of clamp to keep the back firmly pressed against the body whilst the glue sets. 
 

Large modern guitar manufacturers use vacuum seals or machine clamps, but this is the old way, using Yew rods bent between the guitar body and the workshop ceiling to apply even pressure. The quality of the join and the finish evidences that tradition still works just as well as modern high-tech.

 

Brook Guitars are keeping the old ways alive; each guitar is a living piece of history.

 

 

Live on the air in the Unites States!

 

Out of the blue, I received an email to my website inbox the other day, inviting me to be live on air in the North-Eastern United States THAT NIGHT - midweek. The station producer/DJ had come across my original songs and wanted to play the music from the YouTube recording of my new song 'My Autograph'; the deal was that I had to join live, to support other artists whose music was similarly being aired that night.

 

 

So, I did just that. It was kind of surreal, and I was one of two UK artists being featured, so at least I wasn't the only one

having a VERY late night! At around 02:00, the DJ eventually did a little talk - based on the brief bio he'd got from me earlier, then 'My Autograph' was played in full. Talk about 4 minutes of fame...it was made clear that I had an open invitation

thereafter, but to this day I lament to say that I haven't taken him up on that offer!

Monday 8th May 2023
Guitar updates: Farewell to an old friend

The past few months have seen me saying a fond farewell to an old friend; after much procrastination (and a spoonful or two of vacillation!) I finally sold my beloved Martin D-42 to my good friend Tony Wall (check out the links to his website on the 'Friends and Contacts' page). I played just about every major concert EVER with that guitar (it features heavily on the Gallery pages), and recall meeting it for the first time in Aspen, Colorado, and being blown away by its power and depth of tone. I played the first notes on it, gazing from the balcony of a condo up at Bell Mountain, where John Denver famously wrote ‘Annie’s Song’ in just 10 minutes.

Bell Mountain, Aspen, Colorado

Letting go of this old friend was pretty tough, but in truth my hands were no longer finding the neck so easy to play, and the guitar was spending more time in its case, and as beautiful as it was, oddly I have no decent photos of it, as you can see!

 

Some years ago, I wrote a song about that guitar, called ‘Lifespan’, as part of a competition by Acoustic Guitar Magazine and C.F. Martin Guitar Company to promote their new ’Lifespan’ strings. All you had to do was write a song containing the word ‘Lifespan’, upload it onto YouTube and send the magazine the link. The magazine editors and Martin guitars would then jointly decide on their favourite, and the winner would be sent a brand new Martin (I seem to recall it was a D-18). Well in those days my songwriting style was more akin to what John Denver described as “A song came floating by”, in that I felt that I was the vehicle by which songs became alive, that I had very little to do with their creation other than writing down the notes and lyrics. As such, writing a song from scratch was a BIG challenge for me, and I struggled with it. 

One day a couple of weeks later I was playing the D-42 and kind of felt like maybe the song should be written on that 

instrument and then, all of a sudden, I was telling its story “We met on a mountainside, so many years ago, the ski slopes were covered with a dusting of Colorado snow” …and there it was…the new song…the chorus goes: 

 

I don’t know the lifespan of my heart but through the lifespan of my songs

With my six-string friend here in my hands, I know I can’t go wrong

I’ll give you the lifespan of my music for though my soul has travelled far

My story’s in this old guitar

 

Excited, I uploaded the (very raw) first version onto my YouTube channel, copied the link, and went onto the Acoustic Guitar website to complete the competition entry form. I got right to the end, and then saw the questions (the competition entry  

prerequisites) that read:
 

I certify that this song is my own original material                            ✓ YES                   

I certify that I am a resident of The United States of America          X   ER…NO

 

 

There is however a happy ending for the guitar; it now gets played regularly, gets to go out to concerts, and is still loved as it was before, but now by Tony. As my song Lifespan says: 

 

You gave me a new song, and you showed me how to play

I’ll repay you someday

 

I think in giving it its new life with Tony, I’ve gone some way to repaying the debt that I owe.

 

I can laugh now when I think about being excluded from the competition because I’m not American, and you know, I got a good song out of it that features in my live shows, and I get to tell its story.

 

I often joke that I’ve never been lucky (I once bought a rowing machine and it sank) and I tell this true story to back that 

assertion. For many years I wanted a guitar with a beautiful rose inlay on the headstock, and I was lucky enough to find one on the   internet some years ago, being sold by a collector in Germany. I took a risk with it as I wouldn’t normally buy a guitar without playing it first, because tone matters. This guitar had tone, AND a rose inlay on the headstock…the only trouble was, when the guitar arrived, the rose had black spot on one of its leaves!

My old Martin D-42

Sunday 30th April 2023
Guitar Updates: A new storyteller

I’ve always had ‘a thing’ about guitars made entirely from Koa wood. I guess it’s been something of a love-hate relationship, because I LOVE the look of them (Koa has to be one of the most beautiful of all woods), but I’ve always struggled with the tone, in that they don’t seem to have much in the way of bass-end response. At this point, I expect the reader who knows something about guitar woods to be thinking “Well you should know that Koa has a midrange/top end sound”, but I’ve 

always had this belief that there has to be a guitar made from Koa that actually does have a decent bottom end tone. 

 

I should say at this point that I can speak from experience of playing many all-Koa guitars, and having owned 4 of them in the past 20 years. I have three such guitars now – a Tacoma EKK9, nice balanced tone but still very midrange focused. Then there's my Taylor GS Mini Koa (the original version with the ES2 pickup), that is again balanced but being a smaller body, it has a somewhat compressed tone and (unsurprisingly) is distinctly lacking in the bass department. That said, I took it to Aspen with me as my only instrument in 2017. Finally, I have a Breedlove Concert, which is possibly the most beautiful guitar I own, but it has so little to offer in terms of bass when compared with my other instruments.
 

Tacoma EKK9

Taylor GS Mini Koa (early version)

Breedlove Concert Koa

I’d previously owned a VERY rare Larrivée LV10KK (a one-off sales demonstration model), which was incredibly striking, but totally devoid of any depth. I actually stood this guitar on a stand with a 100 watt speaker about 2 inches from the top wood, playing John Denver’s ‘Rocky Mountain High’ at full blast for 8 hours in the hope that it might help the guitar to open up…it didn’t. I chose Rocky Mountain High because I thought the guitar should hear a great song and feel inspired by it, that it would listen with a new-found keen ear. It didn’t. 

 

I should add though that tone is very subjective, and what I like, others don’t, and by the same token the guitars that don’t have what I like will really appeal to someone else. On which note, if anyone is interested in the Breedlove, I would be prepared to sell it, so please contact me (details on the Contact page at the end of this website).
 

So, I’d resolved to put finding an all-Koa guitar with good bass response into the ‘too hard to do box’, then I saw that Taylor Guitars had released a new all Koa model, the 724ce. I was intrigued and my interest piqued slightly, and decided to check out this new model, if only to park Koa once and for all. I found one at Rich Tone Music, a store in Sheffield, and not only was it the most stunningly beautiful of all those currently available in the UK, it was also a whole lot cheaper than the rest. 

 

Into the car, drive to Sheffield, expect to be disappointed. I picked up several different Taylors there – an 814ce, an AD27e Flametop, and an AD17e Blacktop (a model I already own and use for most local gigs) as a comparison. There was a HUGE difference between all of them; if I wanted bass, the AD27 and the AD17 both gave me that, and they came with a wide dynamic range, too. 

 

When I picked up the Koa 724ce though, it was a world apart. I can say with absolute certainty that I’d never played anything quite like it. It had an indefinable something that spoke of songs yet to be written, of campfire sing-songs, of cold mornings when the air is clear and your breath steams in front of you, of warm evenings watching the sun go down, and it spoke to me in a way that no other guitar ever had. Not that it was better than anything else, but it was just so different, in a good way. Most all, I suddenly realised, was that not only did every note spring from the guitar with the minimum effort, but every note, from top to bottom, sounded clean, thick, and full of bass. Genuinely the warmest guitar I’d ever played. 

 

Oh, and I almost forgot to mention that it’s also a really beautiful guitar, too; Taylor state that this is their less flamed Koa, having straight grained wood and is thus less striking, but it’s tone that counts and it sounds better to me than their high end models. WAY better.

Playing the 724ce for the first time at Rich Tone Music, Sheffield 
 

In a few short minutes (probably over an hour in the end!) I went from putting Koa to bed forever, to not wanting to put this guitar down, ever. I’d had absolutely no intention of buying a guitar that day, but that’s what I did, and I’ve written 2 songs with it already – ’20 Songs Ago’ and ‘Fire on the Water’ – check out my YouTube videos. I’m using this guitar for all my recordings and it will be on stage with me at larger venues. It's already proving to be a wonderful new storyteller.

 

Insuring the new 724ce...Simple, right? Er...no.

 

It dawned on me that I needed to insure the Taylor 724ce, and remove the Martin from the policy. There would be a bonus in this for me, as the Martin’s value was more than double that of the Taylor, so I was optimistic of my policy being maybe a tad cheaper. Was I in for a shock.

 

I was told that the new guitar was (I kid you not) a HIGH RISK item, and could not possibly be insured; moreover, because the

broker now knew that I had it in my house, they advised that the underwriters would refuse to provide me with any insurance at all!       

I was dumbfounded. “Please explain this to me so I can understand”, said I. “How on earth can this one guitar affect my entire home

insurance?” The agent replied that because she knew I had it, she could not recommend to the underwriter that they provide any cover at all. 

 

I said “No problem, I’ll insure it as a standalone item with another provider who deals specifically with musical instruments” (more about them later). Oh no. She was having none of it. “You can’t be insured with us while we know you have THAT guitar in your house even if you insure it with someone else”. It kind of hit my crazy person button. “I’d understand if I’d told you I had installed a propane gas tank in my kitchen, something that might explode and blow up the entire neighbourhood. I mean, what is this guitar likely to do? Lie in wait for someone to come by and slash their throat with a string? Spontaneously combust, blowing the house and all in it all to kingdom come? I mean, seriously?" I got an alternative insurance policy the very next morning with one quick check on a comparison site.
 

Insuring Guitars: A Tale from the Past

 

I mentioned earlier an insurance company who dealt with musical instruments. Well, some years ago a friend recommended them to me, so I gave them a call. A very pleasant young woman with a strong East Yorkshire accent answered the phone, asking how she could help.

 

“I want to insure all of my guitars; I play professionally so I will need cover for when I do gigs, including accidental damage”. She said that shouldn’t be a problem, but as they normally insure instruments only at home, she would have to “Go and ask t’boss”. There was a soft thud as she put the phone on the desk, then I heard the clip-clop of her heels as she walked away (I’ve always assumed down a short corridor to t’boss’s office). After 15 seconds or so, I heard her footsteps approaching, and the phone was picked up. “Boss says t’guitars will have to be in a locked room, to which t’public will have no access”. I replied that I could hardly do a gig in a venue if the paying customers had to be locked outside in the rain, listening through the door. The guitars would usually be on a stage, and the  audience sat in front. “Oh, I see. I’ll have to ask t’boss”. The same soft thud ensued, along with her receding footsteps. Once again, clip-clop, clip-clop, rustle, as she approached and picked up the phone. “Boss says he needs to know what kind of music you’re playing”. 

 

At that time, as I often still do, I was playing a lot of John Denver music and offered a John Denver tribute show, as well as my own 

original songs. “It’s mainly John Denver’s music” I replied. She was so polite “Okay, thank you; I’ll go and ask t’boss”. Once more I waited whilst the cadence of her receding and returning footsteps preceded the answer I was waiting for. “Hello? Boss says that’s okay as it’s not entertainment!” 

 

I’m sure John was howling with laughter somewhere.

New original songs:
Available now on YouTube

To continue the theme of being outdoors in a nature, I now have some new song videos available on my YouTube channel (see my Contact Page for the link). 

Two of these songs are very new indeed, and in recording one of them I broke my own personal rule of never performing any song or publishing a recording of it until I had become completely familiar with it, to get it under my skin rather than a new entity floating between the universe and reality. The song I refer to here is ‘Fire on the Water’, which I wrote early on Sunday 1st of April (it was just 2 days old when I recorded and published it) before I’d heard Kim’s first podcast, with which it resonates in a way that made my jaw drop when I heard her story in the podcast later that day. I felt that it was really 

important to get this song in the public domain because of its strong links to Kim’s theme in Photographic Connections.

 

The other new song is ’20 Songs Ago’, which is itself just a couple of weeks old. Please check them out on my YouTube channel – I really hope you like them; I consider that some of the 30 songs I’ve written over the past 3 years to be amongst my very best, and I’ll post new ones on YouTube, so please keep an eye open for them, and check out this blog for more updates.

In her first podcast, Kim also referred to the notion that we are all where we are right now because of every decision we made, which is in pretty much direct correlation to a song I wrote back in 2007, ‘Everything Leads to This’ when I was in a pretty dark place, and a friend helped to pull me out of it with the realisation that we have the power to control our own 

destiny – after all, we’re wherever we are right now because of our past decisions and the paths that led us to this place.     

I played that song at a songwriters’ workshop in Alstonefield as part of International Peace Day weekend festivities, and a guy in the audience stood up at the end of the song and said he wanted to say something. He said that he was a counsellor, and the song resonated perfectly with what he tells his patients – that the path to where they want to be leads directly through the dark place they’re in right now, that being here is part of that journey to their destination – Everything Leads to This.

Thursday 6th April 2023: 
Photographic Connections

I’ve always had a thing for photography. I’d say that I love it, but that’s never been quite true because I don’t consider myself a good photographer…now I’ve just dropped myself in it with that statement because I LOVE playing guitar, but no way do   I consider myself a good guitarist! So, having bungled my first attempt, I’ll try again…

I really like photography, (particularly landscapes and seascapes) but would like to improve, and with that in mind, I spoke with a friend of mine, Paul Amison (Paul took some of the Christmas concert photos in the gallery and is an award-winning photographer), and I also contacted Kim Grant, an inspirational photographer from North East Scotland, and recently had a mentoring session with her (worth every penny, by the way). I chose Kim because, of all the excellent photographers I’m aware of, she has a more mindful approach to her photography, a more philosophical way of looking at things that usually helps her to produce some breathtaking images from days when most of us would shrug our shoulders and give up. In a couple of her YouTube videos, Kim said something that really struck a chord with me – that she doesn’t necessarily do

anything with her images, but to stand on a beach and just look at the sea, to be outdoors in nature is the most important thing, and that her camera is what gets her out there. Some of the scenery that she captures around the Moray coast is staggeringly beautiful, and also the Northern Lights can be seen there when conditions are right; to see the Northern Lights is near the top of my ‘bucket list’. I do now use a 'proper' camera - a Sony A7iii, though I still have this little compact!

Also, Kim is very much into wellbeing (there are many references in her videos) and this really resonates with me. I’m a qualified teacher and trainer, and have delivered many sessions in Mindfulness, Assertiveness, and also Laughter Yoga - I hold a diploma as a trained laughter yoga leader; it’s very ‘out there’ but trust me, it works. I’ve personally witnessed groups of people from different

countries and cultures, with no common language bond, and others facing the loss of their livelihoods, within less than one hour, go from being sullen and disconnected to howling with laughter and sharing a deep sense of connection that wasn’t there before, which

requires no explanation. Check out Dr Madan Kataria: https://www.laughteryoga.org – he invented laughter yoga, and personally signed my diploma. I offer in person workshops and 1 to 1 online sessions in songwriting, which whilst covering some of the technical aspects, are mainly about tapping into your creative side, finding the spark that inspires you, whether it be a melody or just a few words; I can help you unlock what’s inside you that can lead to a song that touches others. Music, and especially songwriting, is all about

connections, connecting yourself to whatever it is in the universe that resonates with your creativity, and connecting yourself with others - even if only for the duration of the piece - through sharing your beautiful new song.

So, all this to say that there were many reasons why Kim and the way she goes about her life with photography really speaks to me, hence why I thought her mentoring session would ideally suit me.

During the initial conversation I asked Kim about raising my profile to get work, as my gigs had fallen off due to Covid and other 

unforeseen circumstances. During the mentoring session, I also mentioned that my go-to ‘release tool’ over the years has been my   guitars rather than my camera, hence why my playing has improved and my photography has pretty much stood still. I guess - though that wasn’t my intention - that this refreshed in Kim’s mind that I am a musician.
 

A few weeks after the mentoring session, Kim contacted me to ask if I could produce a piece of music for her, that she might use for some upcoming podcasts on a new venture she was about to launch. I have only written a couple of purely instrumental pieces, one of which would probably be perfect for Kim, but it’s in a Celtic tuning (DADGAD) and I don’t play it often, so I wouldn’t have been able to get it perfected to meet her timetable. I offered a few songs, one of which stood out because it has a strong Travis picked intro and theme; I am delighted to say that Kim loved it, and she has used it for her first two podcasts on her new website at www.photographicconnections.com. I’ve never given my music to anyone else, though I would love an established country music artist to record some of my songs; I can live in hope, but I’m honoured to play a part (albeit very small) in Kim’s new venture and what it stands for. If anyone had told me that that the photographer whose ‘Visualising Scotland’ YouTube videos we’d been watching for     several years would have my music as her background theme, I would have asked them to drink less or wake up from that very nice dream they were in.

 

I think that with Photographic Connections, Kim may have hit the mark for those of us who aspire to be good photographers, but don’t want the gear-oriented or competitive environment of some clubs, who don’t feel comfortable with the thought of being judged; who see their outings with their camera as a healing experience, where getting a truly beautiful image would be wonderful, but not critical, where it’s more about being out in nature that fills one’s soul, that brings light into our sometimes dark places, that gives us hope, and a 

purpose that will help to keep us healthy – and connected with both nature, and others who share the same philosophy. Kim Grant may not become a household name, but I believe she will have a positive impact on the lives and wellbeing of more people than she could ever have dreamed possible.

Brook Guitars:
A hidden gem in the Devon Countryside

Way back in 2003, I commissioned Simon and Andy at Brook Guitars to make me a custom guitar (their 'Tamar' model) that would commemorate my parents, Ron and Bett, who had passed in 8 short months between September 2002 and May 2003. 

 

Simon invited me back down to the workshop at Easterbrook, near Hittisleigh in the late Spring of 2004, to see the progress they’d made. The body was built, the headstock inlay was complete, and when I first saw it, it took my breath away; the 

attention to detail was staggering. 

 

Photos of the inlay work on this guitar are on the front and back cover of my CD, ‘Once in a Bright Blue Moon’.

Jack's incredible inlay, a mother of pearl and abalone image of the beautiful Maroon Bells mountains, at Aspen, Colorado. He also did the juvenile Golden Eagle and mountains on the headstock

Posing for my first photo with the 'Eagle' guitar, alongside Simon, the 

extravagantly talented man who built it

Supporting our hospital heroes


The Christmas concerts at Doveridge (some of the photos in the Gallery) were born out of a close encounter with a large spider in Aspen, Colorado on October 12th 2017 when we were sitting outside eating lunch in the melting snow, that left me fighting for my life. The Renal team at Royal Derby Hospital definitely saved my life, and one man, Dr Richard Fluck, was instrumental (unintentional pun!) in turning the tide in my favour when he changed my treatment, doubling the chemotherapy dose as my body weight was predominantly muscle (well it was in those days!). Richard – and subsequently Dr Janson Leung – became more than just my doctors; they were like my new best friends.

 

Around midnight one night I was having my blood pressure taken and the machine didn’t stop compressing my arm; it was so painful. The nurse switched it off at the mains plug and said that the machine was faulty and often did this, apologising for the pain, adding that the Renal unit had just 3 machines, one of which was permanently in the High Dependency Unit, one of which was in good working order and in great demand, and this one, which was normally in a side room with a label on it saying “do not use”. I asked how much each machine costs, and was told they were around £1,000. I said that maybe they could use some of the funds from the exorbitant car park fees to fund another one, but the nurse said that the hospital and the grounds were owned by a private company, who make profit from the car park, adding that even the staff have to pay to park there. 

 

So, when I saw the consultants a couple of weeks later, I offered to do a Christmas show the following year when I was hopefully recovered, to raise funds for the unit, and invited Richard – a keen guitarist – to share the stage with me. Kelly White (Janson’s nurse) kindly volunteered to run the bar. The rest is history – we repeated the show the following year with one or two different names (Kris Jones on stage and Tracy Donnison running the bar), raising over £900 in 2018, and over £700 in 2019, the latter to help to send renal consultant, Dr Nitin Kohle and two nurses out to Zimbabwe in order to provide expert advice on kidney biopsies and dialysis. During the second concert I called Janson up onto the stage to sing ‘Take Me Home, Country Roads’ with us, knowing how much he loves the song, and – despite a few nerves - he nailed it!

 

 

From left to right: Dr Richard Fluck, Mark Robinson, Nurse Kelly White, Susanne Gardiner (event organiser) and Tony Wall

The Amazing Spiderman

 

There is a side story to this, which went from the sublime to the utterly ridiculous. I’d contacted the local BBC Radio station to ask if they would promote the show I was doing in 2018 to raise funds for the unit that saved my life. The agent I spoke with enquired about the reason I was in hospital, so I told them the story. A few hours later I got a call from the morning show host, saying they were interested in having me live on air, and they’d be happy to give the concert a plug as it was for a good cause. I pointed out that I was pretty much an unknown, and it’s far easier to sell tickets when people have heard what my voice sounds like; I was told to bring my guitar and they would let me play a song. So far, so good.

 

I turned up on the day and saw a couple of younger guys in the lobby, with their guitars, talking about the songs they were going to be doing on the show that morning, which filled me with hope. That hope was quickly dashed when I went into the studio, even before we went on air, as all the host wanted to talk about was me being bitten by what was probably a tarantula. I was told that they would lead the conversation, and I asked at what point we would get to promoting the concert as that was the sole reason I was there. I was assured that it was important. We went live on air, and pretty much the entire thing was about the horror they would feel about having a big spider on the back of their neck, and how did I feel about it, 

I said that I hadn’t been able to see the benefits of it as I couldn’t walk across the ceiling or run up walls, and had written a song about it. The concert was hurriedly mentioned right at the end, I didn’t get to sing, so this incredible opportunity to get more bums on seats and cash into the renal unit was lost. 

 

When I left the studio, I just thought I’d put it down as a bad experience and leave it behind me, but the press were having none of it. Oh no. The very next day the local papers – and their online versions – had a front page headline “East Staffordshire man left fighting for life after being bitten by a spider”, with my details, facts about my life that I hadn’t 

disclosed, and of course a photo of a tarantula. Within 2 days it was all over the media in the Midlands, with the ubiquitous photo of said dirty great spider attached to my story. There was a brief mention of the benefit concert, but nothing about 

having written a song about the spider; mainly the horror story.

 

A few days later there was a knock on the front door at 08:30. I opened it to see a smart young man with a huge TV style camera standing there, who asked “Are you the Amazing Spiderman?” I think my jaw must have dropped because he asked again “Are you Mark Robinson? The guy who was bitten by a tarantula?” I asked who he was, and he said he was a 

freelance reporter who had been hired by a national media company who he couldn’t name, who were prepared to pay me a considerable amount of money for an exclusive, detailed interview. He added that he had been contracted to FOLLOW ME (!), and had been staying in his car at the top of the road for 24 hours, waiting for me to come out of the house! 

 

I told him that I was Mark, that yes, I had been bitten by a large spider in Colorado, but the only reason I’d approached the media was to raise the profile of the benefit concert with a view to getting more funds for the renal unit. He seemed 

genuinely surprised, adding that most people do it for the publicity, that this was a big public interest story and was worth quite a lot of money for me. I replied that unless the company he worked for were prepared to promote the concert and pay the money to the unit, I wasn’t interested in talking to him. He said that his remit was only to get more details on the spider, on how it felt to be bitten, and the enormous impact upon my health. I apologised that he’d wasted his time, and was about to close the door, when he said “Look, I get you. You did what you did for the right reasons, and I respect that. If you do talk to me and take the money, the rest of the media will be all over you, and it won’t give you what you want. I’ll tell you that within 7 days, this whole story will be old news, and no-one will bother you again, so I’m going to leave and pretend we never met, but you have my respect”. We shook hands, he left, and I never heard from anyone in the media again, though the story about “The Amazing Spiderman” did the rounds in the press for a few more days. That reporter, whoever he was, earned my respect, too. 

 

In hindsight though, perhaps I should have taken the money and donated it to the unit after the concert: I guess we all live and learn.

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