Danny Boodman TD Lemon Nineteen-Hundred was born on a ship and on a ship he died. In between, he didn't play music, he played something else. And if you asked him what he thought about while he was playing, he would tell you about that time he was strolling on the Pont Neuf, waiting for sunset...

Nineteen-Hundred travelled with his music, in his mind. We travel with books.