Jim
Robert Wilson is before everybodies time. Perhaps he will one day get the same Mel Gibson treatment that William Wallace got.
I have a ''music for pleasure'' Mono album somewhere, 'Down in the Glen' although I no longer have the means to play it.
I think Robert Wilson was just a little too serious,had a life with a little too much pathos,and too little connection with the ''White Heather Club'' in it's heydey to be part of the great Scots Kitsch revival and his work is altogether devoid of that great existential scottish philosophical question '' The whereabouts of Donald's lower garments''.