Harvey Andrews meets Phil Ochs.

I have long been an admirer of Harvey Andrews, a very talented and much under rated, British singer and recording artist. We have two things in common: firstly for our sins we both support Birmingham City and you can hear him sing if you scroll down this Blog to the post about, in my humble opinion the days when the Blues had proper supporters ( and moreover massive support with one attendance of over 44,000 in 1966 when we were in the second division ) as opposed to the tiny gates of today and a group of whinging, so called supporters, who fortunately or unfortunately form a large but vocal and very immature minority of one of the Blues many supporters sites called Small Heath Alliance; secondly we are both huge admirers of Phil Ochs and Harvey's tale of his meeting with Phil Ochs can be found here.

 Harvey recorded a very moving tribute to Ochs after he died and I urge you dear reader to listen to this YouTube video of the song. I must admit, silly old emotional thing that I am, that It moved me to tears a few nights ago when I first became aware of it. The song is extremely well written, not too sentimental and yet it admits to an admiration of what Ochs believed in and taught him. The voice is quite, melodic, crystal clear but wistful and matches the mood of the song perfectly.