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Early February this year saw me on one of many planes bound for the Caribbean to meet my friend and producer Syd Green in Anguilla. A self funded search for happiness and to excavate the songs that I had buried away. Anguilla is a remote, goat and rum ridden unruly country bearing resemblance at times to the third world. Most locals hitch hike across the country or drive beat up door-less cars. There are a few sports cars here and there. Tourists are thin spread and reek of the ultra wealthy elite. A six pack of corona is $6 US. A litre of top shelf rum is $10US. A small block of cheese is $9 US, an unusual value system that took some time to comprehend. It is hot, humid and has the most beautiful and pristine beaches in the world. Syd had access to a gorgeous sounding drum kit, some designer mics and a protools 003 rig and laptop. I brought over 1 acoustic guitar. We borrowed an electric guitar off a generous local boy called Romano, and set forth to make an EP. We had a