Honeybourne Highlights

Hello, I'm Rob Morgan and for all intents and purposes I am Honeybourne. At least it's the name I've used for the past twenty two years for any music I have recorded. I've also been a member of the Cloud Minders, Milk Bottle Sympathy, Final Ecstasy, Rachel Built A Steamboat as well as writing and recording under my own name for almost 40 years.

Obviously I have quite an archive of music to explore, and I have slowly started to digitise my old tapes and to place them on Bandcamp for those who are interested / masochistic enough to give them a listen. I've also made new recordings and placed these on Bandcamp too - sometimes old songs, sometimes new songs, sometimes old.recordings given a new shine. And as always each song has its own story, long or short. So the point of this blog is to allow me to expand on the songs. Consider each blog post to be an extended sleeve note entry - there may be lyric sheets, there may be old versions, there may be origin stories of how each song came about, when it was written, who it was written for and why. I'm not going to write about every song, just the ones I believe are important. Or at least important to me.

So that's Honeybourne Highlights. I hope you enjoy it.

See you soon

Rob M

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