Tuesday 20th September

Not I must admit one of my very favourite artists, but listening again I cannot deny his wonderful talent.  Every song is beautifully constructed, his guitar playing immaculate – oh, and that voice, like some friendly wise parent gently whispering words of wisdom into your ear as you glide effortlessly into slumber.  Not that I ever fall asleep listening to Chris, though his songs and albums do have a tendency to sameness that lulls as it reassures.  He came to prominence in the early eighties, alongside Dire Straits and Prefab Sprout but has always seemed somehow older and wiser than that.

And he has had a few hits along the way.  ‘Stainsby Girls’, ‘The Road to Hell’ and my favourite ‘Driving Home For Christmas’.  He is also one of those artists who seem to shy away from the limelight, he rarely does interviews; seemingly happy to live in his music.  A rare talent.