Audible Breathing

A wheaten Marsh Daisy rooster with gold-brown plumage, a chestnut hackle and a red comb, in a faded indigo work shirt, standing on a wooden sideboard beside a vintage record player with a black record turning and a small wooden speaker, records stacked behind him, a glowing table lamp and louvred windows with blue dusk in a timber-walled living room

Between the Verses

Every record in the cabinet was sung by somebody who had to stop for air, and on the good ones you can hear them do it. From now on the charts require at least that much. He turns it up for the breath before the chorus.

25 August 2026