Biography
Shaun T Hunter
Born in Helensburgh, Scotland, he began playing music at eleven years old, The first song he learned to play was 'I Fought The Law', the classic, anthemic, crashing slab of teenage rock 'n' roll rebellion.
Flitting from maternal Grandparents home in England to his Mothers in Scotland, a fragmented upbringing after the death of his father at just 1 year old may have served as a creative apprenticeship and desire to express and perform. From the age of three years old Shaun would perform, unprompted, to the family armed only with 'hairbrush' and a wild imagination as the kitchen would resemble a splendid jazzy lounge atmosphere, complete with candles and cigarette smoke (yeah people did it then...even whilst children, like young Shaun, would gulp at the air in huge gasps in momentary pauses between lyric and melody).
Inheriting his Uncles record collections his first love affair with a record was upon hearing 'Tea For The Tillerman' by Cat Stevens, early Beatles records, The Temptations and The Eagles 'Hotel California' would bellow out for days, interspersed with lots of indoor football, courtesy of a tennis ball, in a small council house dining room. Laughter, sweat and injuries ensued (large fortress is not always suitable as a goal...and serves the purpose of immovable object too well when one careers into it usually at break neck speed ).
After being courted by the pop powers that be in previous musical incarnations Shaun finally found a home for his music. He’d always been a songwriter, always had an affinity for great songs, great writers and always marvelled that no matter how contemporary you endeavour to sound you are only left with 'the song'...this was where his first engagement with the organic acoustic scene grew. ' Real songs ' played by ' real people ' for ' real people '...music and the spoken word appreciated with a congruous silence, erupting only after a song or piece is finished, no false promises of shadowy A&R figures looming in the background, no talk of 'how do we market this'...only of the elation and sharing of someone's expression and performance in an age where he honestly believes, we have in large droves become desensitised, there remains something pure and intangible, something, without sounding trite, quite magical... where music is its own reward.