John Shand Posts

December 4, 2016 / Features - Archive

Seconds after we crawled out of the primordial slime the first-ever singer had barely begun to sing when someone started banging on a tree-trunk with a pair of branches. Before long our proto-drummer discovered a hollow log made a more resonant sound than a solid one, and soon enough this…

December 3, 2016 / Off The Cuff

Thank you! I have been stunned by the level of support I have received to help my play Guilt go on in Washington DC, and am massively appreciative of everyone’s contribution. To be on the receiving end of such a tide of generosity from so many people is quite overwhelming.…

December 1, 2016 / Album Reviews - Archive

GARDEN IN MY MIND (Sunnyside) 8/10 Some flowers are at their most beautiful just before they fully bloom. Joanna Wallfisch’s singing is like that, suggesting restraint, as if her throat and heart are not fully opened. Yet implicit in this restraint is a delicacy, a purity and even a fragile…