It isn't only in dreams where familiar objects and strange ones exchange their significances. Charting a slightly different course over an old map one that prioritizes looking in new directions above blazing new trails. He's been though this before - an audience too excitable for its own good, millions of flashbulbs going off as though we were standing in a thunderstorm. He knows what will happen. He knows that the crowd won't just shut up and listen. He knows they will sing along loudly (and badly) and try to talk over the music. And so, he discusses it. Frequently. On stage. He asks the audience to cool the screaming, just for a bit, that he's only one guy and he's pretty quiet. While certainly a light-hearted take, he nonetheless makes the point known. Equped with nothing more than an acoustic guitar or keyboard, a quick wit and a voice that's aged like the finest wine, Clem Atkins comes off sounding as youthful and vigorous as he was in his earliest days. With a new topical, introspective and descriptive way of lyricism and an amazing talent for guitar work, Clem Atkins was always destined to go far in life. The Epitaph of Clem Atkins, isn't so much a story of Clem's eventful life, or the way lived and died, it is a tale honouring the man himself, Clem Atkins. <a href="https://www.last.fm/music/The+Epitaph+of+Clem+Atkins">Read more on Last.fm</a>. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.