Brasil bound

What do you call a musician without a boyfriend? Yep... homeless! My boyfriend's taking it one step further though and is whisking me away to Brasil on Friday. I'm thinking beach side inspiration's got to be good right? And it's actually easier for me to make money in the tiny sandy village where my Mum lives... I can rock up to any bar and play whatever I want for a few hours and be paid. That's more than I say for London. They really appreciate being serenaded as they sip their drinks and I have noticed the strange phenomenon of people listening when I play in bars there... as opposed to just being background noise to getting on with the important business of drinking, as it often feels here in Snortobello Road.

I am now going to attempt to post a version of Corcovado I recorded to invoke the tropical vibe...