I thought it would be fun to give some of the background to the songs on Capacitor.
The album was inspired by the many hours I spent walking around my local town of Waterlooville. I thought a lot about how the area would have looked many years ago, and all the people, now dead, who had trod the same path as me. Ghosts have always fascinated me. I don’t really believe in them in a physical sense, but I do believe the testimonies of the many friends and family that have witnessed them. Talking to these people first hand is enough to convince me that they experienced something real to them which is very difficult to explain in scientific terms. Even if you don’t believe in ghosts, we all experience the legacy of past lives lived, everywhere we go. It’s the storage of human spirit…
My local town seems to have more than its fair share of ghost stories and local legends.
Ferndale in Waterlooville,( ‘In a road close to me’, as the song goes), now an ordinary tree lined avenue, was once part of the dense woodland of the Inhurst Wood. Ferndale is reputedly haunted by the ghost of an old drover who hanged himself on an oak tree in the 1850’s. He could be seen as a brooding, besmoked figure smoking a pipe and when he disappears, the smell of tobacco lingers on. Sightings have been recorded as recently as 2010 and it was this story that created ‘The Drover’. The strange thing is, on the verge of sleep I have occasionally experienced the smell of the smoke, what medically would be described as an olfactory hallucination. If you believe in the paranormal it’s called a Phantosmia. This was the reference to the ‘smell of the smoke’, ‘I get the smell of the smoke now’. It’s an odd line and may seem a bit abstract but it always made literal sense to me. Sometimes I was convinced that either the house was on fire or I was having some weird flashback to times gone by when your favourite uncle would ceremoniously light up a pipe and fill the room with smoke.