#al chan

The first time I met RW Smith I looked up. Way up. He’s a tall fellow, with a rich baritone voice to match. Played him the demo for “Alcohol Of Fame,” and I thought I saw his nose crinkle a little. “What the hell kind of novelty song is this?” Or some such. But we talked about it and soon realized the lyric is a sad chronicle of a wasted life, of countless years spent waiting for enlightenment…

Al Chan at The Kensington Pub