Not Lyla
This song started with a voicemail from a very Italian land-lord who lived in the house upstairs. A friend had his cheeky beagle in the garden and it’s fair to say, It was not Lyla…
Plum Stealers
A friend sent me a recording of her and her sister singing on a microphone over Christmas and asked if I could turn it into a song before New Years Eve. This is the result..