When he was bored he would compile these into CDs for other musicians, under the name of The Morning People. Eventually, some of these musicians liked the songs enough to want to play them, and The Morning People became a real, flesh-and-blood band - possibly the first ever to combine pedal steel guitar, fretless bass and cheap Casio keyboards.

The songs themselves fall between many stools, like a lucky woman fainting in a cow field. The sources they borrow from include the gloomy romanticism of Peter Perrett, the naive optimism of Jonathan Richman and the superficial country stylings of Neil Young. A surprising number of them seem to be about horses, for no very obvious
reason.

During 2005, The Morning People intend to gig furiously throughout the land, honing themselves into one of the tightest and most entertaining live acts in the country. From there, they aim to sign a record contract and go into the studio with a big-name producer. He or she can then replace the imperfect contributions of the flawed, human musicians with the aid of a sequencer and some Japanese synthesizers. After that, they plan to split acrimoniously, leaving their potential largely unfulfilled.