Peter Scrowther:
   home     music     biography     concerts     order     special

Welcome to my ancient and venerable website, now in its fifteenth year. I'll keep it going as long as the equally ancient computer containing its required softwear (long since retired for all other purposes) keeps going.

The new CD by the very excellent TRADarrr, "Further Tales of Love! Death! and Treachery!" is now available. You can order it here and here.

Since they're now a Proper Band, rather than a project with guests, my vocal services were not required this time out. I did, however, contribute an arrangement of the old Durham pitman's song "Rap 'er to Bank", adding chords and a couple of new verses, to which they've more than done justice.
The album is highly recommended for all lovers of good old English folk-rock.
There's not a lot of it about these days. Get it while it lasts!

I'm now retired, having moved to my idyllic new home in the beautiful Swiss city of Lucerne in 2013. I'll attempt to keep the website up-to-date in the future (see above), and any new developments will be reported on. If anyone has any interesting musical suggestions, particularly anyone in the Lucerne area, please get in touch using the link at the bottom of the page. Likewise any old friends who might like to say hello.

Lucerne, Switzerland, October 2017

The heart of the song

Pete Scrowther
vocals, acoustic guitar, mandolin, mandola
PJ Wright
electric, acoustic and slide guitar
Felix Mueller
electric bass guitar, double bass
Beat Aschwanden
Elizabeth Schneeberger
Christian Roffler
Hammond B3 organ

Order "The Heart of the song"

More music by Scrowther

The Heart of the Songs: The Songs

Rue D’Enfer
Devil woman lures hapless drone to eternal damnation in amusingly named Genevan street. An actual street! (Mark Twain also found it amusing)

The Heart of the Song (mp3, 64kb)
Abstract musings on the power of song. No drones involved.

Ancient history. The end of summer, the end of an affair.

The Way Things Ought to Be
We all know how things ought to be. We’ll get started on it tomorrow, in the meantime have another drink.

Sunk Without Trace
Ship of love goes to the bottom after collision with extended nautical metaphore.

Like the Moon at My Window (mp3, 64kb)
Hapless horticultural drone in pre-execution confession. Hanging as cure for insomnia.

Copper’s Son
Put-upon constabulary brat over-compensates with life of crime.

Long Black Liner (mp3, 64kb)
Quayside complaints in the Age Of Steam. She leaves him.

Take Me With You
More quayside complaints, this time in the Age Of Sail. He leaves her.

The Witherstone (mp3, 64kb)
Hapless serving drone meets undefined (but undoubtedly unpleasant) fate in earth (female) magic incident.