Flossie's Review

I was first alerted to Peters music when one of the rascals from the Pop Idol studios poked a CD through the letter box of our Karma Centre with a Post-It note saying “this should appeal to you leftie c*nts!"

Tarquin and I were regenerating our energy and inner calm by meditating with some crystals. The rude interruption drove away our Apache Indian spirit guide, but our auras were restored as the first notes plink plonked from the CD player.

Tarquin and I frolicked and gambolled naked amongst the trees and bushes of our organic wildlife garden as Peter strummed, plucked and crooned about the woes of living in Marlow and painted vivid aural murals of life in foreign climes and bygone days.

Peter brings a spiritual awareness and almost childlike innocence to the banjo, which could be mistaken by a less sensitive audience for incompetence.

Highlights included:

“Marlow Hovis Bastards” Trials and tribulations of living in Marlow

“Up the Arsenal” The joy of bonding with a family of football supporters

“Cachaceiro Vagabundo” Inebriation and joy in Brasil

“Viciado em Mulher” Tribute to women of the world

“The old mining disaster song” Grief of a northern community

“Revving it up” A motorcycling tour of the continent bonding with the bar room communities of Europe.

“Angie” A love lost and found.

"Caipirinha" The pathway to oblivion in a glass.

“Dance of the Flaming Arseholes” Something about lighting a newspaper and abandoning inhibitions.

“Life of Spice” Recollections of sad or mad comrades from an Adventure Group.

“Tiger on my Tackle” Bonding with the animal kingdom.

“That f*ckin bin” Swooping above the world on a hang glider.

Flossie Moonshelter
Editor of Folking Airhead Magazine and Proprietor of the Living Aura Emporium