SHORTLEGS wandered about for many years, with these stories and songs in her head not knowing where to start and not really sure where they had come from. She didn’t really write songs or record things.


In a make shift bedroom studio she fumbled with recording devices, wired a borrowed box of tricks, hassled her other half to shred some licks and randomly hit a keyboard found in a skip until patterns began to take shape.


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