Cornwall’s forgotten corner. The description Phil Banks gives us of his hometown sounds like a one-horse town in the nowhere of England. Which it actually is. Isolated, grey and rainy. Far away from the noisy metropolises, everyone walks quietly through the streets. Maybe it’s exactly this quietness, that strengthens Phil Banks’ vision of music. Maybe […]
Piping down the valleys wild Piping songs of pleasant glee On a cloud I saw a child. And he laughing said to me.