Black Carrot Secret Orchestra

A Snake Bit My Hand was written by Matthew Robins!



Nought but a junkyard orchestra to begin with. Nobody ever knew, how could they forget?

But forget they did.

If the Black Carrot Secret Orchestra had a skill between them it was that

of being forgotten, yet the ghosts of their music continue to surface. Etched

wax-cylinder-like into the surface of that most singular of root vegetables,

the Black Carrot.

Since the turn of the last century they have appeared in unexpected places

to unexpected persons, though a thick fog rests upon the history of this singularly

unspectacular phenomenon. Sundry details do actually exist but are simply too dreary

to recount here.

At an unspecified date somewhere around 1988 it fell upon the hapless heart

and ears of the author, Mr J. E. Stewart, then but a slender child, to receive

numerous dubious and monotonously uncalled-for Orchestral donations. He has

been receiving them ever since, yet has only recently given in entirely. He

now curates the Black Carrot Secret Orchestra's catalogue and can be found supping

at twilight, most days of the year, on a very dour and dusky stew. He has even

been known to appear as a vocalist in their recent offerings, though he claims

that he can only have contributed in his sleep.