Music for Small Hours

In the mid- to late-80s, before travelling around the world and eventually ending up here in Jakarta, I lived alone in a small flat (apartment) in south London, the one marked with an X.

It wasn’t usually marooned; that flood was the result of a burst water-main a couple of years ago. What was usual was the noise of traffic, the trains heading into town and the alarms of nearby shops being burgled.

But I had my music to drown most of it out. I’ve always liked mellow music after midnight, so I made a couple of tape compilations from my now long lost vinyl albums, and shared them.

This one was a ‘hit’: friends copied and shared it more than the other.