"Welcome to a dream. Willie's dream.
Willie Alexander: piano player, jazz drummeer (seriously), raconteur, journal keeper, singer, poet, song stylist,
painter, roving chronicler, raving commentator, not so common tater,
who can rap on from Doll Mountain to
Brick Botton. The man can fashion
poetry from a storm window, and he
doesn't often "wake up on the wrong
side of the beat."
Listening to this album iis like spending
time with a Jackson Pollock. Stare at
a Pollock and images appear: faces,
designs, emotional trigers. Okay,
maybe not at first, but you can tune
into that thing inside your skull to obey
your desire to open up and discover.
Willie paints the sign posts, sometimes painting them right ovver with keyboard washes (after all he often pays homage
to Gloucester) and he will rhythm out
a path that has no distinct destination,
but, hey, the walk is fun"