“Time is relative; time travel, not so much.”

A compelling novel in the tradition of Ray Bradbury, Paulo Coelho, Gabriel García Márquez, and the street-smarts of Roddy Doyle, The Ballad Of Beecher Stowe is a rock ’n roll allegory fueled by an emotive mystery that culminates as a deeply-human testament to the importance of listening to our hearts.

The year is 1978; the setting is London.

Twenty-four-year-old Beecher Stowe is set to enjoy his hard-earned accession into the rarified atmosphere of the cut-throat music business: TV appearances, chart-topping record sales, fame, fortune, all wrapped up in a long, happy life.

What he gets is a tap on the shoulder from a ghost rendered as an angel; an ageless muse, with her sun-bleached hair and her sun-shaded eyes and her Bardot lips. She journeys in the service of a man for whom the ravages of time hold no regard; a man that has wandered the earth, stranded in a parallel dimension for centuries. Only the act of a singularly-pure and unified thought undertaken by all of humanity can align the apertures of memory so that he might find a way back to his home; to his family.

And it all rests on the performance of one song. What could possibly go wrong?

Plug into an emotive and irreverent rollercoaster ride from bedrooms to bars to stadiums to bars to bedrooms. The Ballad Of Beecher Stowe is an allegory with its very own psychological soundtrack built right in, guaranteed to feed, soothe and inspire every ravenous soul.