Stuart Johnson. Musician, sometime carpenter & old man in lycra looking to do something useful in a world where bad goes to worse almost, but not quite, everywhere you look.
‘In a highway service station, over the month of June, was a photograph of the earth taken coming back from the moon.
And you couldn’t see a city on that marbled bowling ball. Or a forest or a highway.
Or me here least of all’.
Joni Mitchell; ‘Refuge of the Roads’.