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Ridin’ Dirty

Again, I felt that the victimised melancholy of a someone whose negatively biased police treatment was based almost entirely on the colour of their skin could be better portrayed through the use of a banjo and harmonica.

I shouldn’t be allowed to make music when I’m hungover.

From Paris to Berlin

I felt that perhaps the longing so repetitively enthused in this tune could be more accurately expressed with a ukulele and a spasmodic tambourine.

Okay, so I realise you mightn’t all know me very well.

But my boss has been nominated for the People’s Choice Award in the Belfast Business Top 50, and you have no idea how hilarious it would be for us if he won.

Just click here to vote for Damian Cranney, of Frank.

In return for your votes, I’ll cover whatever you like. I have a guitar, a uke, tambourine, cornet, harmonica, a whole plethora of other folky instruments and a voice too, with which to cover anything you fancy.

I’m guessing this might very well only apply to soglideaway, but I’ve been thinking about doing a massively in-depth, time-consuming cover of I Will Follow You for a long time but haven’t really had the motivation to embark on it until now. Had a bit of a go above, but it’d take me fricken ages to do the whole song.

So really, it would be lovely of you to vote for him, it only takes a few seconds, and you can give me a bell any way you choose, reblog, reply or ask, whichever it is you fine folks like to do, for your choice of tune.

Cheers!