Paul's son, 19 year old James makes his first guitar appearance on disc. Paul said, 'I played thje acoustic stuff and left the Young Turk to play the hot electric stuff." When proud Dad suggested fomal lessons, James's response, "Well you didn't, Dad", echoed down the decades from 1950s Liverpool. Like father, like son. Or, as Paul puts it, "The saga continues..."
"I was out sailing in a small boat; just me, the sail, the wind. Peaceful, Like Heaven on a Sunday. That opening line led me through the song. I thought it's be nice to play with James, my son, so we traded phrases. Lovely to do."
Paul's son, 19 year old James makes his first guitar appearance on disc. Paul said, 'I played thje acoustic stuff and left the Young Turk to play the hot electric stuff." When proud Dad suggested fomal lessons, James's response, "Well you didn't, Dad", echoed down the decades from 1950s Liverpool. Like father, like son. Or, as Paul puts it, "The saga continues..."
"I was out sailing in a small boat; just me, the sail, the wind. Peaceful, Like Heaven on a Sunday. That opening line led me through the song. I thought it's be nice to play with James, my son, so we traded phrases. Lovely to do."