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.
The experience of an acrimonious split with EMI looks to have quite an impact on FISH. 'The Company,' his fan club, is looked after by his mother and the business that will look after the studio is, I suspect, in very friendly hands. A Glasgow newspaper recently painted a picture of him as a bitter and angry man, nursing a massive and explosive grudge. I don't think so. Our conversation made me feel FISH is facing up to the future with a fresh optimism he hasn't felt since the early days of MARILLION, and that, contrary to what some may have expected, it is FISH who carries that distinctive identity whilst his old buddies head for a unique AOR sound.
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|A more up-to-date photo of Fish and Tara.|