In 2004, founding Wishbone Ash member Martin Turner returned to form his own version of the band under the name Martin Turner's Wishbone Ash. The group has toured extensively throughout the UK and Europe and has released three live albums 'New Live Dates Vol.1', 'New Live Dates Vol.2' and 'Life Begins' (the latter also available on DVD), all containing classic Wishbone Ash songs, as well as a re-recording of the original band's 1972 Argus album. Original Wishbone Ash guitarist Ted Turner has also made appearance with the band.
In July 2012 Martin Turner published his autobiography 'No Easy Road - My Life and Times With Wishbone Ash and Beyond' through his www.wishboneash.co.uk website. The book chronicles the classic Wishbone Ash years, as well as Turner's personal journey, and contained contributions from former Wishbone Ash members Ted Turner (who also wrote the foreword to the book), Laurie Wisefield and Ray Weston, as well as other key figures in the story.
On 31 August 2012, the band held a Garden Party at Liscombe Park, Bedfordshire where they played a number of less frequently performed songs for an invited audience that included fans, music press, family and friends. The band were joined on stage by Ted Turner, Laurie Wisefield and Steve Upton, marking a re-union of 4 out of 5 members of the two classic line ups of Wishbone Ash.
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