IN AN AFFECTIONATE, poignant foreword, Galen Ayers recalls the last time she saw her father Kevin, the lotus eater of British psychedelia who died in February 2013. Over a pre-noon pint in London’s West End, she was asking him for advice when he told her, “I don’t know anything of value – all the best of me, I’ve given to my songs.”
Out now, Shooting At The Moon: The Collected Lyrics Of Kevin Ayers is, then, a kind of autobiography of the ex-Soft Machine voice and bass, golden underachiever, eternal flâneur. From 1969’s solo debut Joy Of A Toy, his oddly spatial, colour-flecked songs of wine, the sea, bananas and pondering the inconsistencies of living are deceptively simple, poetic and nuanced, shot through with irony, surrealism and a sort of…
