When The Devil Starts Crying

Paying homage to where I came from playing-wise.


Whenever my parents were kind enough to take me to a blues jam from the age of 11 through to about 17 (probably around the time I learnt to drive), this album is what i’d playalong to before we’d leave the house to get me in the mood. I owe a lot to these various blues jams across London, learning most about listening to other musicians. Invaluable.


Hope you enjoy.


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