Iain Banks died last week, and some of his ashes are to be shot into the sky over the Forth. I like to think that at the last moment he was whisked away by a Culture ship and is now relaxing in a deck chair under a strange coloured sky, drinking a strange coloured drink.
A couple of years ago I wrote a song based on his book Player of Games, and it will be released by my band Arbelos, as part of Stone Owl on the Shore. It isn’t ready yet, but here is a rough and ready version by me and a guitar and a cup of tea. Feel free to join in the chorus:
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