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The song comes from his acclaimed album 'Strangers', reviewed on this very site, no less. The song was, so say the folk at his label: "...written at 5.a.m. during an exhausting American tour. It's stream-of-consciousness, child-like, but perhaps it'll reach people of that generation, born as Punk Rock broke and Elvis died. It's a subtle dig at older musos who reckon it's all been done before, that there's nothing left to subvert."
Harcourt tours throughout (October and) November. Check 'em:
OCTOBER 2004
Sun 31 - Portsmouth - Wedgewood Rooms
NOVEMBER 2004
Mon 1 - Brighton - Concorde 2
Tue 2 - Oxford - Zodiac
Wed 3 - Norwich - Waterfront
Fri 5 - Bristol - Fleece
Sat 6 - Birmingham - Academy 2
Sun 7 - Leeds - Cockpit
Tue 9 - Glasgow - Cottier Theatre
Wed 10 - Nottingham - Rescue Rooms
Thu 11 - Liverpool - University, Stanley Theatre
Fri 12 - Manchester - Royal Northern College Of Music
Sun 14-Thu 18 - London - Madame Jo Jo's
