from the wilderness of the hill of south tyrone and the cutting of turf and cod and salad dinners, the outside world lingers , news from new york  in the form of a response by producer steve lillywhite to that  4 4 petty inspired song of mine burn down love. Im wondering what he had for breakfast while he listens to me disect a relationship for all its bitter and petty ends . For me its south parade and tea out of enamle cupps , were's the baked beans and the butter , and who has been eating my bread. ps outside world , littleboy plays his first belfast show in some time this thursday the 30th of August.

here is a new track, with another crazy mix of electro/ acoustic vibic splender, check out the strings .

sunday morning, most wanted foods are sausage rolls and ketchup, with talkin heads album little creatures , mindfull , there are many who try to sound somewhat like this and who are now sinking to the bottom of a belfast sink, dirty water!

in the processs of mixing the album, i hear springsteen's down bound train comin from the back room, awsome track, please mister make it sound like this , ahh i could here patti smith singing this one, gives you the standing hairs on your back!

ACROSS THE LINE TONIGHT 9PM ISH , DEBUT AIR PLAY OF THE OPENING TRACK BY MYSELF LITTLE BOY, song inspired by the poem "the road not takin" by Robert frost. A song dedicated to the scottish ansestory of the clan mclean , which came from the isle of mull in 1880s . Memories of barren boglands and ghost stories, bandshees and a host of trickery.......brings me back to my days at The boys Academy in Dungannon , me old english teacher whitey would read allowed frost, great times, a true ambassador to a shy kid!

hey folks this week see myself and my band goin into the studio to record another 3 tracks for the album, so listen in over the next few weeks for new tracks and info.

are we urban monkeys climbing the bricks of solice, pompus despots in need of   confusion, noisey streets full of lonely people, i think theres some hope in us all,  where there is silence there is space, there is vision and hope that something is more than something. Perhaps berlin nights have whimsied my mantra or built stark metal frames around memories and emotions. silence!