A song about being bleeding cold and looking forward to the spring, the dual blessing and curse of smart meters and not being able to get rid of my garden waste....
Not to be confused with Green Day or Blue Mun Day

Whamageddon
And the year end excess 
Are thankfully now left behind
A pale sun refuses to donate any warmth
To a world that's both cold and unkind.
The decs are back up in the attic
Geese are still high on the wing
I'm waiting for green bin day 
And the welcome return of the Spring
 
My smart meter grins as it climbs into the red
It's giving me a psychotic twitch
"We've spent twelve pound fifty already today
Please, step away from the switch"
There's a pile of rotting logs in the garden
Upon which a Robin does sing
A song about green bin day 
And the welcome return of the Spring 
 
It seems a long time since I pruned my bush 
Like Mary said to the parson 
And it's almost too expensive to keep myself warm 
Without resorting to arson 
 
Those nocturnal cramps and the chill in my bones
Reflect in my face's contortions
I'm counting my blessings as well as my ailments
To give myself a sense of proportion
So when the crocus pops out of the lawn
I'll make a feast that's fit for a king
And raise a glass to green bin day
And the welcome return of the spring
 copyright 2023

Demo

Green Bin Day

Based on one of my poems..... and introducing a bass guitar. Outside the comfort zone, but it's the place to be....

Dunes in June in marron grass
Oil rigs float and tankers pass
A picnic blanket dragged to where we eat 
While red ants feast on Sandalled feet
 
Tide races where lugworm cast
Carving channels slick and fast
The moat is flooded the castle breached
The children's ball carries out of reach 
 
Backs are red; shoulders blistered 
Sun and wind and sand assisted
A strandline zig zags seagulls poke and pry
Seeking a bounty with ever hungry eyes 
 
The tide that flows and ebbs away
Turns to surge another day
Finds the stranger on the shore
And cover tracks they made before
 
The tide that flows and ebbs away 
Turns to surge another day 
And in the evening dark serene
Recedes and wipes the whole beach clean

Beach Song

Before it gets too late - Acoustic

Living Thing

'Why Does' Written by Roni Kaspi 

Drums, Vocals, Production and Editing - Roni Kaspi
Keys - Oxy 
Bass - Noe Berne
Instrumental tracks recorded at Krispy Studios
Mixed by Mathieu Pion 
Mastered by Pierre-Emmanuel Meriaud

Picture taken by Amit Selickter

Why Does - Roni Kaspi

‘Just a Little’ is a collaboration between NI songwriters Rory Nellis & Kris Marsden. Engineered & produced by Kris Marsden in his lo-fi studio, where he’s recording the third Kippysmuse album.
Drums by Stephen Leacock (General Fiasco, Nathan
Connolly).
Mixed & mastered by Phillip Watts d'Alton.

Just A Little

Newborn Adult - Generation Feral

Nothing Quite Like It

Judges Award Winner Liverpool Acoustic Songwriting Challenge 2023
Announced at Live Showcase Final at Leaf on Bold Street 27.1.24
From "Death to Mortality" released on 1.1.24
https://jimpearson.bandcamp.com/album/death-to-mortality

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That red hat boy will be here soon, whose eyes pursue you ‘round the room. Drawn from a hopeful, restless heart, still life imitating art. An abstract form, a composite, attracted to the opposite. In catching the beholder’s eye, you can love someone and not know why.

Laugh or else you cry... Give up before you try... Take the easy path... Run an early bath.

He’s on the hook, he’s in the frame, nothing to lose but all to gain. Just for one moment of acceptance without contrition and repentance. He won’t grow up to be a man with detailed thoughts and complex plans. He doesn’t need more than an inkling, vague ideas and funny feelings.

Laugh until you cry... The truth becomes a lie... Take the easy path... Always finish last... Give yourself a break... You’re neither early nor too late... Turn the other cheek... Think before you speak... Give up before you try... Laugh or else you cry... Draw an early bath... The future is the past.

The boy with the red hat has gone for now but he’ll be back. He’s not for sale, he can’t be bought, he’s not as foolish as you thought. He’s lost the plot, he’s lost in space, he’s opted out, fell on his face. Without a critic’s recognition, he’s just an artistic impression.

The Boy With The Red Hat

My friends in Igloo Hearts had a songwriting prompt in their blog. Write a song about something someone said to you… a good opportunity for something deep and meaningful, but au contraire….
Well I’ve had lots of things said to me, profound, flippant, deep, welcome, unwelcome, but this one has stuck for nearly half a century.
A school friend was at home pottering about. Unbeknown to him, his zipper was undone on his kecks. He only found out when his dad sidled up to him.
“Stephen,” he whispered
“Yeah?”
“Have you ever seen a dead budgie fall out of its cage?”, he muttered, and wandered off.
It took a good five minutes to twig.
I remember this being recounted, vividly. It has become my favourite euphemism; it’s up there with “What’s up, Sooty? (That’s for another day)
Didn’t think I’d ever get it into a song. Same day of the brief, I wrote this in about ten minutes whilst in bed, as a spoken word piece, by lunchtime the next day it had music.
The only way I can describe it is that it’s the musical equivalent of those dreams where you find yourself naked on public transport…..


The Day My Dead Budgie Fell Out Of Its Cage

Tea Bobby 3.wav

Winner of 2024 Liverpool Songwriting Competition with "The Boy With the Red Hat", taken from "Death to Mortality".

People have said that Jim plays guitar like a drummer. He is. In the mid eighties, he toured the Far East, Europe and Tyneside with near-legendary Geordie club band Foxy, before putting down his sticks, opting for a life of obscurity as graphic designer, husband and dad.

In his late thirties with a mid-life-crises looming, he started writing and recording his songs, self-releasing “Some Songs by Jim Pearson” in his fortieth year.

Suddenly, nothing happened, so he continued, and gradually accumulated a niche following of several well-intentioned virtual people, each possessing an uncanny appreciation of music and lyrics, as well as managing to get a handful of plays on BBC 6 music.

Jim is also singer, guitarist, songwriter with niche NW-UK band Scaredycats, who's debut album "Dumb Animals" was pronounced album of the year by Liverpool Sound and Vision in 2017.

Last year, he was a key collaborator and producer with international lockdown supergroup "Nothing On TV".

According to Jim... "You might not agree, but I think I’m getting better at this. I’ve come to terms with the fact that I will never get the global recognition I so clearly deserve, and honestly, I am all the happier for it."

BBC 6 Music's Tom Robinson says... “This is the astonishingly prolific Merseyside songwriter Jim Pearson… you never can be sure what kind of project Jim will come up with next, but you can always be sure it’s gonna be pretty darn good...” (The Tom Robinson Show, January 25th 2020)

Songwriter from Northern England
https://jimpearson.bandcamp.com/
https://open.spotify.com/artist/5R96vnb0ABdaZRMLG4XUNf

Scaredycats
https://scaredycatsuk.bandcamp.com/
https://open.spotify.com/artist/02W2iVwO5b3EIjzspgmS1N

Nothing On TV
https://nothingontv.bandcamp.com/
https://open.spotify.com/artist/07ADDEerdBir7xBgvdYyeo?si=k65U2tPkQuqbd1WFuPQOyA

The Boy With The Red Hat

Jim Pearson

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