On this folk mini-epic, gravel voiced Louis Brennan captures the particular bleakness of cheap airport hotels – nothing says transitory more than a brief encounter that involves the contents of a mini-bar and a feeling that things could be better than this. And it’s an airport – so someone’s not going to be here tomorrow.
Sure, I could climb high in a tree, or go to Skye on my holiday. I could be happy. All I really want is the excitement of first hearing The Byrds, the amazement of decades of Dylan's music, or the thrill of seeing a band like The Long Ryders live. That's not much to ask, is it?
