Singer/ songwriter, Fish, has just broken a lengthy period of enforced silence with his new album, "Internal Exile." The past year has seen him become a father. He's also had to swallow a bitter pill to escape his recording contract with EMI Records and sign to Polydor. Alan McCrorie donned his hiking boots and took the high road to Fish's East Lothian home to get the story straight from the horse's mouth.
Football always seems to loom large in FISH's life. Over the last twelve months, the big fella seems to have been knocked around from pillar to post by paperwork and the desire to put his new fifty-six track recording studio, 'The Funny Farm,' on the map. His home is a beautiful converted farmhouse, just a bus ride east of Edinburgh. Far enough away from civilization to avoid the crush, but not too far to be completely out of it. Wandering up the driveway, after hopping off the bus just a little too early, my exasperation evaporates as I'm met by a bouncing German Shepherd dog and a friendly white haired gentleman who, as it turns out, is FISH's dad.