Posted by Joanne Dyer on Sunday, February 19, 2012,
One of the first books I read at school was, "No one writes to the colonel" by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. The book narrates the story of a retired soldier who spends his life waiting for a pension fund letter that will never come. I suppose this stuck in my mind and laid the founding stones of this little track recorded at my good friend's home-studio, thanks Paul.
Posted by Gabriel Moreno on Monday, February 6, 2012,
The first thing he felt was the cold; the humid cold that penetrates your bones and camps there. No place
for fear. The millenary stones were emanating too fiercely. Jeremy thought they
must have been storing Mediterranean winters for hundreds of years to then
release the whole damn chill in a go. Damn stones! Damn Moors who built them!
Damn Brits who decide to erect a prison exploiting the remains of a Moorish
They could at least have raised new walls! -thought Jeremy.