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In the North of the North of England there is a small rural market town. It is a quiet, slow moving town; half day opening on a Wednesday, that kind of place. There is an excellent library though, with a surprisingly good audio section. It was here that Robert Edwards was drawn. Books and music and music and books - sometimes at the same time. After a few years of reading, listening and watching, Edwards decided it was time for the city. It didn't hurt that the nearest city had exemplary musical pedigree.After overcoming his initial disorientation Edwards ventured out from his rented accommodation and discovered...bigger libraries! And music shops and book shops - you could keep the music and books and nobody stamped them. And do you know what? They were even open on Wednesday afternoons. It was around this time that a plan began to take shape. Edwards had written songs in the small market town and now he had written songs in the city. Some of the songs were like a whisper and some were like shadows, but there were words and there were melodies and they were complete. He played them over and over and got to know them inside out. Then he made a phone call. Settling down in the corner of his bedroom with a guitar and a borrowed creaky keyboard he performed the songs. We pressed record and play. Welcome to The Library Trust |
