The turn of a year is always a time to reflect and a time to look forward.
Looking back over 2006, three things stand out which have made an impact on my planning as I enter 2007.
First, my Enter The Mysterium album was slated in a review in Songlines (July/August issue) - the world music magazine.
For several years now, Songlines has been my principal source of information for discovering other musics from which I have derived inspiration.
I craved a good review in their pages, alongside other artists I admire so much - but this was not to be.
I fully respect everyone's right to their opinion, and I've been lucky to receive very few negative reviews for both my solo albums to date.
But the Songlines review is the only one that really riles me because it is so poorly written.
For example, the reviewer - somebody called Julian May - picks up on a note on my website that the song 'Through Those Eyes' was 'inspired by' the music of Ali Farke Toure and comments that this is a tenuous connection.
Had I claimed the song to be 'in the style of' Toure, such criticism could be valid - but I can be 'inspired' to write whatever I like.
While I appreciated editor Simon Broughton contacting me prior to publication to warn me that the review would be bad, I was very disillusioned to discover that my album review had been entrusted to someone lacking a grasp of rudimentary semantics.
Nevertheless, the review finally hammered home to me that my music will not be accepted by the 'world music' establishment.
The bottom line is that a middle-class white boy from the comfortable suburbs of London can't play a few exotic instruments gathered from far-flung corners of the globe and expect to be welcomed as a world music artist by a magazine run and written by middle-class white people in England.
Secondly, Syd Barrett died.
In the days that followed, I devoured numerous obituaries and learned far more about Syd than I previously knew.
All I'd really known about him before was that he was the original Pink Floyd front man, responsible for their more whimsical songs like Arnold Layne, See Emily Play and Bike, that he'd blown-out on acid and disappeared, and that he was the subject of Floyd's later tribute 'Shine On You Crazy Diamond'.
But my interest in Syd had been aroused when his name started to crop up as a comparison in reviews of my albums.
I know Syd is highly revered and so I took this as a great compliment.
The comparison tended to come more from American reviewers where my very English vocal delivery is more noticeable, but apparently there are also perceived similarities in our compositional styles.
Although, while Syd was still alive, the chances of him producing any new output were very slight, his passing puts a complete end to the possibility.
So I guess if I can occupy some small corner of the space he's left behind, that would be something to cherish.
Thirdly, I read Joe Boyd's book 'White Bicycles' about his experiences as tour manager, concert promoter and record producer in the 1960s, working with the likes of Syd Barrett and Pink Floyd, The Incredible String Band, Nick Drake, Fairport Convention and John Cale, whilst encountering Dylan, Hendrix, The Beatles, The Stones, The Who and so on.
It is an extraordinary account of Joe's adventures which moves along at a ripping pace and which I read faster than any book I can remember!
The Incredible String Band and John Cale both feature alongside Syd amongst artists whose music mine has been favourably compared to in reviews.
The ISB link is perhaps the more obvious, given their penchant for using an array of exotic instruments to produce their quintessentially English songs.
The Cale reference surprised me, but hopefully means that I have captured something of the rich, enveloping broodiness which Cale instills into much of the music he touches.
The 1960s were my very early years and I didn't get seriously into music until the early 70s, but in the late 60s the first single I bought (aged around 10 or 11) was by the Bonzo Dog Doo Dah Band and my first album by The Move, both of which appeared at Joe Boyd's UFO Club in London in 1967.
I would certainly have been aware of Syd Barrett-era Floyd at the time, and possibly of the ISB.
I was certainly familiar with the songs of Dylan and Donovan, and perhaps with those of Nick Drake.
I was absorbing - sometimes consciously, some times sub-consciously - the psychedelic and introspective acoustic music of that era - and that is my musical foundation.
So, perhaps the right thing for me to do now is to stop trying to latch onto the roots music of other cultures, and go back to these roots of my own.