
The Truth Behind Still Your Child
Fifty years ago, on 1 April, I lost my mother. She was 34. I was 14.

Fifty years ago, on 1 April, I lost my mother. She was 34. I was 14.

Forty years on, the roll call still comes, one post at a time.
The radio plays whatever comes next. The tracks wait for you to choose. For a long time they lived apart. Here's why I brought them under one roof.

Every track begins somewhere: a memory, a photograph, a line that arrives while the kettle boils. This is where Monty Sounds comes from.
