I even shot some footage to make a short video, but somewhere along the way I ran out of momentum and mental gas.
The track never found a home.
In the end, Danny eventually put out the album - The Housing Estate Sings - himself. It's VERY good. I feel bad for letting him down, but the truth was I coulda really done with some support myself round that time, but hey.
Found it buried in my hard-drive a few weeks ago. It's minimal, but has got a weird haunting feel to it.
In the last year or two I've had increasing awareness of and interaction with the local homeless community, but equally I'm very aware I'm just a well-meaning liberal tourist in other people's misery. Their lives are complicated and difficult in ways I'd barely even imagined as recently as a year or two ago. I've witnessed the harassment and prejudice they endure on a daily basis -- local retailers pool together money for security guys to get them out of their doorways, yet there's no council money for them, housing associations are loathe to deal with them, and the local 'shelter' - a business ran by middle-class professional, each with the word Manager in his job title - is permanently full. Park Rangers (with no legal powers) threaten to bin their tents and sleeping bags if they don't stop camping public land in sub-zero weather. Local church groups won't respond to mails about homelessness from secular groups or individuals - or respond to offers of help from, say, local Green party, yet street 'pastors' gurn and suck up local paper photo-ops with the UK's third-worse Conservative MP. Councillors won't get involved as homelessness is seen as politically toxic to their careers; passersby spit at the homeless, call them "scrounging benefit cunts." Parents teach their kids to shout "Get a job!" (I've seen it).
But on the other hand, there are acts of quiet kindness: the lady who baked cakes for the group of rough-sleepers who stayed on the church steps (til they were served an eviction order), people bringing hot coffees and pasties over from Greggs.
Okay, look, I gotta get off my soapbox. I don't have any answers. Wish I fucking did.
This track is free-to-use on any sort of Homeless or Migrant Support or Antifa comp.