I See It All In Colour

different drummers

2010-02-24T02:58:00.000-08:00

I'm getting so excited now about the second album.

I'm off over to Ireland in March to do a Showcase for IMRO in Belfast, but I will also be going into the studio to record the live drums for the next album. This is going to be a first for me as I have never worked with a live drummer before. It's gonna be an experience I think. I'm so used to building beats synthetically by now that it will be difficult to hand over the duty to another person, but the songs that are coming out just now really need that gristle running through them.

On drumming duty is Alan (another one) from LaFaro, who are also signed to STA. I'm so fucking excited to be working with Alan as the drums on the LaFaro tracks are mind bending. I'm not sure whats going to happen really but it's going to be really enlightening to work with someone who properly knows about beats and maybe doesn't see them as geometrically as me. The thing about working electronically is that, especially in midi, everything is square and graphic and it is hard to break that convention, to move away from the longitude and latitude of the grid and view sounds as animals.

The beats on Warpsichord were pretty formulaic and loop based, which worked for the theme of the album, but things have to get a little bit more weird from here on out. the howl is getting deeper, the synths dirtier and, hopefully, the beats more primal.

so Yeah, Alan from LaFaro is going to teach me things and lend me his mind for a few days this March.

Lookee Lookee: http://www.myspace.com/lafaro

Also! Another new thing for this album, I'm going to lend out some vocal duties. I've never written a duet until now, well, actually, I did write a terrible duet when I was younger called Bite the Apple for me and Siobhan Donaghy. No one will ever hear this song. EVER. I really want this new one to be a departure from the last and one way to achieve this is to be less greedy. So I will be working with two surprise vocalists for this album. The tracks will turn up somewhere if not on the album proper, then somewhere down the line, but it's gonna be lots of fun to try things out. I'm booking some Can Can girls too.

This one has come around really quickly actually. Just when I thought I would never write another song and writing another album seemed like a fictional hope, loads and LOADS of new material came spinning out. and I think its quite good. What the critics will say is something I can't think about at this point. Some people were really nice about Warpsichord and some didn't like it, which is bound to happen. I hope to fuck they will like this one though.

That Carter woman is making a huge impression on me at the moment so there will be a lot of her in there, Alan Moore too and some Norse mythology. It's gonna be a big mixed assortment of magical realism i hope and to ensure that it works I am saluting all the magpies i see and enquiring after their families.

The IMRO show is on the 25th of March at somewhere in Ireland that I don't know yet, but I will update of course.

And the next item on my agenda is the second single from Warpsichord; Green Tea. This is going to come as a sort of special edition 2 CD set. and it is SO COOL! basically, there will be disc one, which will have the single Edit (minus fucks) an alternate version of the track and four new tracks which have never been released anywhere before! thats exciting, and it will come as a download from iTunes and a limited edition physical release. Disc 2 is going to have a whole different set of things. First, you will have the Green Tea video, made by Stuart Sandford ( http://stuartsandford.co.uk/ ) which is reaaaaaalllllly sexy and naughty, and five remixes from some really talented and lovely people. This is going to be solely a physical release and will be extremely limited edition, so you will have to snap this up if you want it. I hope you will enjoy this package, it's taken a long time and a lot of effort from people to make it really stunning, it's gonna be worth it.

Speak soon.

Be Good.

It comes this once a year...

2009-12-24T06:29:00.000-08:00

Merry Christmas my friends.

This has been a really good year really in summation.

I'm spending Christmas Eve reading 1984 and wrapping presents, while occasionally running to the computer to organize a beat or two.

I am so excited about the music thats coming at the moment, and very excited also to be mixing it where I'm going to mix it. Also terribly excited about who I'm going to be working with on this record. It's dark though, guys. But I think it has to be. Warpsichord was such a colourful camp little record, the next one has to be a marauding monochrome.

I hope you all get everything you want from Santee Clause.

Much Love to everyone.

AMX

Warpsichord Release

2009-12-20T01:32:00.000-08:00

The first reviews are coming in for Warpsichord which came out on Friday.

MOstly they have been good, one magazine did a nice bit on it, an Irish Radio Station and the Irish newspaper have been less kind, but still warm. I want to say that it's like sending your children out into the world but it's not like that at all. I have lived with these songs for a long time now, sometimes I forget bits of them or forget the meaning behind a lyric or how I made a certain arrangement and I have to go back and remind myself through the reopening of files or the rereading of diaries.

I'm really glad that it is out now because it has allowed me to divorce from it entirely now. This may sound a negative attitude, but I don't think it is really. As I said, Warpsichord took a long time to come to term, it's gestation stretching over nearly two years from initial writing to release and in that time I did come to feel shackled to it. Performing the same songs at shows, listening to them over and over during the mix and speaking to people about them, I think i had a version of post natal dysphoria. I needed a hefty dialysis and certain events towards the end of this year have allowed me to put it in the ground, not in burial but in the hopes that it might grow unattended. And actually, this funereal action has reinvigorated my interest in the project. I can talk about it with some distance now, listening to the songs from an outsiders viewpoint.

And I never want to hear the Captain America Video again. We listened to it about a million times when shooting the video and i have anxiety when i hear those chords now.

So, the next step in the marathon for this album is the release of the second official, but third unofficial single. This is going to be Green Tea, and I have some remixes in the works for this by some of my favourite people. There are to be some new songs for B-Sides as well. There will be a fourth, but i don't want to say what it is yet. Two videos are in the pipeline, made by some brilliant directors and I'm excited about them.

Work is underway on the new album too. It has about three different titles at the moment, two are strong possibilities. It may end up with a dual title in the Shakespearean fashion, and at the rate the songs are being born it may very well end up as a double album.

I'm reading my old favourite again, Mrs Carter, and I'm enjoying how her potency is bleeding through into my lyrics. Things have gone very dark for me recently, musically and lyrically speaking and I feel like much more of a narrator at this point than a protagonist. I think this time around the stories are going to be a little bit more magical and less reality-based. I'm revisiting old songs and turning them upside down to view them from underneath. It can be quite enlightening to analyze an old set of words and write an answer to them years down the line. I'm a much different person to who I was when I began writing, and while I'm not sure if this is a positive increment; it's certainly significant.

What I would like to do is take the first album and place it at the end of a long range telescope, far into the galaxy, spinning at a million miles an minute until an aureole forms, and then take parts of the halo and respin them. These new webs will form the second album, the darker echos from the edges of it's grandstanding older/younger brother. Pretentious, I know, but I also know that this is what I want.

If you haven't bought the first record, then I hope that you do. I want to make the next one as interesting as I can for you.

Origin of the Howl

2009-09-11T13:01:00.000-07:00

"When you close your eyes is it hell that you see?"

("Ghost" from Ginger Snaps Unleashed)

In The Dark Half by Stephen King, Thad Beaumont; an author, keeps a stock of two fully complete but unpublished manuscripts in a vault, so that in the event of writers block a publishing deadline can be met. Its a book I enjoyed to a point, but donated to a friend twenty pages before the end. I just didn't care anymore, I had suffered with it for a long time and my heart just wasn't in it. But the concept of a secret cache of material to be called upon in an emergency is really interesting.

I went through a lot of my old files on my main computer tonight. sifting through for fragments that weren't all THAT bad, and maybe weren't finished as a result of poor timekeeping or a more polished idea being born.

When I am working on a new piece I very rarely come up with its title at the inception point. Its usually much later when the libretto is skeletoned that the title raises its head. As such, most of these files were given nonsense names. Messes of consonants; achieved by mashing the keyboard in a hurry, not fully formed enough to even earn an epithet. I'd mourn for these abortions, but as I learned tonight, some of them deserved better.

I'm resurrecting a few pieces that lacked vocals in their neoteny. I've found pieces of processed trumpet blown by my own small lips, and scars of untrained violin reverbed into significance. Splattering beats chopped and arranged salad style around thudding guitar. I'm quite pleasantly surprised by the songs my mind condemned.

One piece though, innocuously named "fleer" was particularly pregnant. I opened it and not knowing what it was pressed play. What I heard was my voice carrying a moan that I cannot even parody now, and of which I have no memory. Under all the layers of delay and reverb flooding the base vocal, there was still a haunting, not entirely friendly sound.

It reminded me of the video they find aboard the Event Horizon.

About a year ago, I was on some pretty heavy duty medications which affected my concentration and more notably my memory. My creative fires were also doused and it was, all in all, a mostly grey time. A smudge. I think this recording must have been done during that time. It would be indulgent to try to forensically pick apart its archeology, but the Howl was so alien I feel I need to play detective.

I'm not going to interpolate it into any future music, because its too stupid and emotional to be walking. But it gets me thinking about how we make music. The initial melody comes and after that we blend and chop and simmer harmonies and dissonances and rhythms to complement or destroy that original fragment. But where does that initial idea come from? Whether you pick it out on a piano or scream it into a dictaphone, that collection of notes has come from somewhere. Although it would be nice, its probably not a message from another dimension, beamed into our heads and spat out in tongues not our own. There is a possibility that it comes from something which mathematics cannot claim, some primal urge to raise the tone and lower it. Perhaps the vibrations that sound causes in out bodies leads us to change frequencies or quicken pace. Some of my favourite musical moments are the ones where music SHOULD be but isn't, and that sudden silence leaves me panting for the continuation. (Kim Hiorthoys Melke album has plenty of evidence of this) Perhaps the way to music is to shut off the sense of society we have earned. Give into the mammalian urges to grunt and roar and see what happens. Cut the cord. Cut the Chord. Songs can come after, but for that instance of conception it may be that we have to get really dirty and uncivilized. Like sex. To create a life, first you must degrade yourself and become victim to your own urge.

So picture me, scratching the ground with my hoof, snarling and being the monster disregarding all the civility that life has impressed upon me. barking into the microphone, bellowing my Wampum prayer and giving myself over to the self inside.

Which is fine until I close my eyes......

Jessica Drew

2009-09-10T04:40:00.000-07:00

Jessica Drew, like Firestar and X-23, was created for television outside of the Marvel Universe proper. Apparently a rival company began developing a cartoon series called Spider-Woman, obviously derived from Spider-MAN. So Marvel rushed into action and created a Spider-Woman of their own, hastily copyrighting the moniker to put a halt to the rival. And so Jessica Drew, the first official Spider-Woman was born.

I've had a long standing affection for Jessica, and was beside myself when i began collecting again a few years ago to find that Bendis was steadily feeding her back to the world. She was big in the seventies and had her own series then which ran for about fifty issues I think, which is pretty good going. BMB brought her back to the forefront of the collective Marvel mind, much as he did with Ms. Marvel in House of M, and has made her one of the most intriguing characters in the MU today.

Its so heartening to recognize this resurrection. Its one of the things that really excites me about comics and there rolling continuity. A character can seem throwaway and unimportant in their first incarnation, and all it takes is a talented writer to remember them and endorse their relevance with retroactive continuity. A fantastic example of this is the issue of The Sandman which deals with Element Girl. A female analogue of Metamorpho who I had never heard of before reading this series with the ability to transform her body into the various constituent elements of creation. Magnesium, hydrogen, she is an elective shapeshifter whose transmutable body can survive discorporation and dissection, and who is immune to poisons and radiation. Which is a wonderful power, virtual immortality. She comments that she fears she could even survive ground zero. If you want to die, however, you have a problem. This story by Gaiman brings Urania Blackwell out of the obscurity typically bestowed upon female counterparts of established male heroes and tells a heartbreaking story about depression and suicidality. It's a great metaphor, it doesn't necessarily take immortality to render you incapable of self harm. Our human instinct for self-preservation can sometimes be a glorious default but at times a painful obstacle.

I didn't realize that Element Girl had a wealth of comic appearances in more mainstream adventures before this story. And it was exciting to discover that superheroes fuck up and find themselves fucked up. All those times when your memory deludes you that you USED to be this or USED to be that; but are no longer, the pining for the person you were once and things you could have done before is mirrored in Element Girl. She USED to be a heavy hitter and now she hides agoraphobically in the haven of her apartment waiting for the girl with black hair to arrive. Its the bittersweet illumination that people are only human. The two Dark Knight series by Frank Miller show an ageing and disagreeable cast of superheroes, fractured Supermen, Women of Wonder and BatMen. The grizzly bear of Bruce Wayne gurns and bitches his way in a changed world and adapts by using bigger guns and enforcing a zero tolerance mantra.

And of course, The Dark Knight film brought to the world of cynics a seedier more hopeless version of the Caped Crusader, a man who has everything to lose and is in fact, just a man. The formerly comically naughty Joker is now replaced with a man suffering psycho/sociopathic mental illness.

This doesn't need to be a depressing phenomenon though. Quite opposite in tone is the moment in Alias when Spider-Woman, formerly freewheeling darling of seventies California visits private eye Jessica Jones apartment, shocks her with a venom blast and states: "Listen up, bitchcakes. I'm Jessica Drew and what you just got a faceful of was my spider-bite. Where the fuck is Mattie Franklin?" GOD! such a FINE moment. Not that cursing denotes maturity or an evolution of the character necessarily, but it suggests a significant departure from her earlier personality. I was ecstatic! It singled Drew out as a grown up superhero, full of the tics and fractures we familiarize with as human beings. She says 'fuck', she probably fucks even, she probably smokes and has anxiety attacks. Its amazing to marry this to the character i grew up loving.

And it just grows from there. Bendis allied her with the Avengers, albeit a New Avengers, grittier and darker and, consequently; far more relevant than the traditional Avengers. From there he forced her through the humiliation of being revealed as a double or triple agent, the ostracism this caused in the Civil War and finally the revelation that all these things happened to an imposter. Thats right; The Jessica Drew we have been speaking of since those immortal curses in Jones' apartment (presumably, the actual diary of events remains unclear) was not Jessica Drew.

Veranke was a Skrull queen, the skrulls being familiar shapeshifting antagonists in the Marvel Universe since the early sixties. The Skrulls are again party to stark and modernist revisions, casting them as a serious equivalent to real life terrorists rather than the comical rubberfaces they were in earlier issues. Jessica Drew was replaced by Veranke at some point in history and it turns out that under this guise Veranke has led a secret invasion of the earth, resulting in a huge catastrophic showdown in New York where she announces her plans to colonize earth. The earth doesn't see Veranke though, they see a demented Spider-Woman announcing invasion.

From the end of the invasion Drew is in exile. The world doesn't trust her and she is returned to an earth she too cannot trust. And I couldn't be happier. As her solo series begins anew, we are going to be met with a Spider-Woman who is vicious and angry and raped and bitter. A Lady Snowblood on a Tarantino-esque mission of vengeance. Its like Tom snapping and pulling a knife on Jerry or submitting him to electro shock therapy. The status quo is rocked and everything is changing. Which is exactly how I like it!

I don't think the medium of comics is credited with enough importance, whats sad is when people associate seminal works with the Beano or other frivolous publications. Watchmen was listed as one of the top fifty novels of the 20th century by Time Magazine, Maus won the Pulitzer. These are two seperate worlds. And some of the comics coming out at the moment are so rich in characterization and social comment, some of the things I read are as important to my mind as great works of literature. I challenge you to remain unchilled by the Generation M miniseries, or flaccid before the blood spatter of X-Force.

I can talk about comics forever, I wrote my dissertation at University on the subject, and I think I'll probably write a lot more about them in the future.

Wookey and his Shields.

2009-09-09T15:44:00.000-07:00

My friend Michael Wookey is finishing his third album. I've known Michael for a while now and my love for him just about balances the fierce jealousy I harbour of his musical gifts.

A few years back a friend gave me a copy of Michael's second album, beautifully titled "You Shield Me from Darkness". It must have been winter at the time, because everytime I hear these songs I have frost on my memory and woolen jumpers embracing my frame. In my technological retardation, the album I have starts with the marauding slur of Keep a Promise rather than the correct lead of I Can Show You Things, and its a song that I find so nourishing. Its typical of its brothers and sisters in the gorgeous chaos of instrumentation, but this patient tells a story not only in words and chord progressions, but also in tone and intent. The spoken count in at the songs alpha and the sombre drone that follows is a theatrical leveling. It widens the eyes, this lacuna of murmur which lasts only seconds until the falling xylophone provides the true genesis, but its this little segue; marking the transition from loaded silence to majestic procession which tickles me.

Michael is guilty of creating little shanty towns in his songs. Little one act plays with beginnings middles and ends and all the intrigue and event of a rich local history. If sounds were transferrable to the written word these songs would be Dylan Thomas. And there is something very Under Milkwood-y about this album. The characters in Michael's sonic legion are thick with folklore and triumphs and failures. Each song boasts a congregation of sonics, parishioners with dark secrets beneath the floorboards and live skeletons in various closets.

Just as you come to grips with the haunting theremin, grizzled vocal and maudlin sense that something here is really paralyzing, the townsfolk collect and gather round a campfire for the chorus. The depersonalization and seclusion of the verse is replaced by a swinging romance of hope. He choirs his voice as omega draws near and the effect is prayer like. Sanguine is sought after and received as we fade out. There's more than music here, note that I didn't say JUST music, its evident from You Shield Me From Darkness that Michael Wookey is a novelist. And a good one.

I was talking to Mike about my green at the way he works tonight. The difference between us is that Michael truly creates the sounds you hear, through a family of seasoned and mutated instruments he has adopted and birthed over his career. HIs paternity over every ping and crash is in no doubt and is proven by the intimate performance only a father could achieve.

Michael lives in Paris with his wonderful lady Laura-Jeanne, speaking french and performing his arias for the people of France. I'm so envious of Michael I could literally die. The otherworldliness of is creations is quantified by his fearless residency in a foreign country. I'm eager to experience the beautiful solitude of being surrounded by people but hearing nothing. Well, not HEARING nothing, but perhaps not comprehending anything. Its difficult enough to concentrate on absence of thought, the haven for creatives, in this country with everyone blithering and intruding on my cipher. And I love to hear people talking. Listening to conversations can be exhilarating and informative, and also as pleasurable as symphonies. The lilting dissonances and impulsive changes of pitch and timbre. But at times you need a white noise to find the pebble in the cave.

Michael speaks far better french than I could imagine, but it must be wonderful to hear people talking and not have to hear what they are saying.

As well as covetousness; I am suffused with an immense pride and sense of privilege to know Michael personally. After disconnecting from skype tonight, following a conversation with Mike, I took myself outside to indulge my need to fog my lungs and listened to Keep A Promise again.

Someday I am going to sit down with him, perhaps; if I am lucky, in Paris, and talk about this song and the stories it tells me.

You should talk to Michael too.

www.michaelwookey.com

The importance of reading a book

2009-09-07T13:33:00.000-07:00

I'm writing again, which is a huge relief.

After finishing what is probably my seventh Angela Carter book, I am suffused with a level of creativity I had thought impossible. One of my Dad's friends, a lyricist, said once that words were like cats: they come when they want to. Which is exactly the same with music. I have tried for the best part of a year to write something leading enough to turn into an album. Something with enough of a comet tail to steer my spaceship into the next quadrant.

Wise Children got the ball rolling. When I read this I remembered how liberating fiction could be. A notion that is strange for me to forget seeing as I am surrounded by fiction everyday. Nora and Dora Chance were the two slutty old ladies who got my pen hand wriggling again, but it was Fevvers who sent it shooting out of the cannon. Fitting, what with her wings and all.

I've written a garden of lyrics and poems informed by Angela Carter's canon in the past few weeks. And I realize that without novels and stories, music is just noise.

For Warpsichord, i took a lot of inspiration from classical horror and science fiction. The God Song and Cuckoos were direct reflections of John Wyndham (Chocky and Midwich Cuckoos respectively) and Franks Monster was plainly Shelley. Also present were the tones of Marvel Comics, which I have collected and obsessed over since my childhood, when one Sunday afternoon i travelled back from London on a train with my brother and filled my mind with his What If story featuring Phoenix of the X-Men.

Its probably really cheeky, but when i read a story or identify with a character so completely I am compelled to absorb them and turn them into actors in my own story. Not necessarily rewrite their story, but put it into my own flourished and overtly camp words. When i wrote Hawkeye, I was writing about a couple of things, most plainly; Clint Barton of the Avengers and, perhaps more covertly, about a terrible relationship I just about survived with my skin still on. I whored Barton to my purposes, and I feel a little guilty for it.

I get a funny feeling in my stomach when i think of all the books and comic books I haven't read yet. Music and literature are the only two things in this world that thicken my blood. And they are essentially two ends of the same piece of string. My ideal eternity would be me and a computer and some instruments and a horde of books. As long as I could dwindle the hours until twilight with singing till i bled and reading till my eyes melted I would be happy. I could cope with nihilism, I could weather apocalypse if i could sing and read. For all my fear of old age and the certainty i harbour that old age is something I will not see, I would relish the opportunity to indulge my interests in my end days.

Generally, in the past I thought the only relevant song was one that conveyed a message of import. I would lace my songs with hidden barbs of 'morality'; in inverted commas because my notions of morality are heavily flawed and immature, feeling that there was no point unless a political perspective was announced. I think in my neotonous mind I was trying to make myself in the image of protestors I had nothing in common with. I never marched for Pride, I never survived a blitzkrieg or held my breath. It's only now in this current equinox (soon to be eclipsed by greater knowledge no doubt) that i come to my senses and see that a song is a story. A political view is served by fable and a moral missive is issued by folklore and myth.

I don't think I'll ever be able to parody a politic. I'm too uneducated at this lofty age of 27, I'm too muddy in the mind to strike a philosophical question to its core; Sartre makes sense until I forget the terminology and I am too cowardly for atheism.

In many ways; to survive, I need NOT to know things, because the result is wonder. A quality far too lacking in our society, too lost in its literal slavery. It's not that I believe Fevvers stories or wish upon poor departed Carter an intangible and invisible position as narrator.

I don't need to believe in God or aliens, but the potential is so inspiring.

The Box

2009-08-05T12:08:00.000-07:00

Warpsichord is a love story, but with robots, zombies, monsters and dark rooms at every turn.

....one of the Anterooms was dressed in darkness. If there had been a door it would have closed behind me i suppose, but in its absence the air thickened and my ears popped against the pressure.

I slid on my knees nervous of the darkness and began to crawl forward. Until i hit a barrier.

It was a struggle to pull myself to my feet and as i grasped at the monolith before me a layer became soft and like fabric. It peeled like skin and released leaving me crumpled again on my knees.

The flesh removed i could begin to see the edges on the structure, glimmers from an unknown light source. My eyes were straining to see, burning in the effort so the light may have emitted from them.

To touch, it felt solid. Hard and immovable metal, still as bone. But visually it appeared to be moving. Undulating. It rose and fell slowly like the shallow breath of a recent sleep. I felt a strange comfort in our symmetry.

Now on my feet; the box came navel high and its relief top shifted slightly under my touch.

I opened the lid with a palmful of blood and placed my wet hands inside.

There within were millions of taught strings. I ran my hands across them, harplike, to find that they were irregular and unparallel. Some thick and metallic, others seemingly made of tightly rolled paper. There was a halo trailing after my wandering strumming fingers, a hum, but blunt and sharp simultaneously. Almost silent but piercing in the surrounding vacuum.

The hum grew into a rumble. The rumble to a roar, and as my bones began to shatter and my skin tore back, the blackness morphed to sickening colour.....

Stripping

2009-05-26T13:16:00.000-07:00

I am having to force some downtime down my neck at the moment.

I should be collating a bunch of songs for a bonus cd to be sold with the album when bought directly through my label, and i could do that easily from Warpsichord offcuts, but nothing is ever EVER good enough so i'm busy reproducing things, re singing re writing.

Its excellent to visit some things i hadn't heard in a while and it gives me little thrills to hear things i did that i had forgotten, but here's where the problem is. THERE'S TOO BLOODY MUCH OF IT. My hard drive is clogged with nearly 60GB of recorded bits and bobs, which would be amazing if they were all tremendously well executed pieces of musical literature. But a lot of it is recordings of "the time my voice cracked at the top note and i laughed and it sounded cool so i kept it to use later" and the like. I'm gonna have to pack some of it away before i can do new things. Onto a harddrive. Or two.

To be honest its been a long time coming. I have gradually become so freakishly patient that if a pitch bend takes five minutes to load i shall wait. But thats not really good enough. I don't have a great short term memory and things fall out of my head almost instantaneously so i have to be able to work quickly.

I wonder if my short term memory is actually an inability to pay attention. Some sort of attention defecit. I once told someone i had Attention Defecit Disorder, and then completely forgot to tell them it was a joke. But they were convinced for a few years that this was indeed true.

Its not that i can't pay attention really, but just that i try to pay attention to lots of things at once. I have the TV on when i read. I listen to music while i watch a movie. I draw while i make music. and i beatbox when trying to sleep.

Thats the worst one really the drumming at sleepytime. I'm terrible for drumming my fingers and hands. I walk in drum rhythms and have to keep them constant. I can't keep my fingers still and this all comes most violently at bedtime. I suddenly realise i have an amazing beat clattering around my head and i tap it out on my head/on the bed head. And its not just any old beat, but TRULY THE MOST INCREDIBLE FUSION OF DISRYHTMIA EVER BEFORE WITNESSED. This can keep me up for a long time. I'm kind of used to it, so i can still drift close to the edge of slumber paddle in the wake even and keep doing my beats without much hassle. But then a kind of anxiety starts to form and i wish i had a dictaphone to transcribe this magical clunking. But NO! Not a dictaphone. That, by morning would sound like a spittled fart from my tired lips pressed rudely into an insufficient mic or a mindless contextless clatter of nonsense beat on a dirty bed.

I need you to be able to hear all the villagers pounding these beats on the floors of my medicine mans hut, to hear the subtle cracklings of electricity flying between the poles of my fingers. And whats this?! over these thumps and splutters comes a growing sine wave. louder and louder, changing key fighting against a angry flute! staccato notes spiralling against the steady advance of the synthline! A harpsichord is sexually plucked with soiled plectrums making a tinny sharp oscillating etch against the lush and airy flutes.

And i can see the notes I'm going to sing, the voice I'm going to use, the look on my face as i spit the words. I can hear the colours flying around me at night. If i could see my own head at that point i bet there would be little glimmers floating around it.

But by morning its gone. I'll remember a word or a note, but mostly, my great concerto, my tribal aria is gone. No room in my head to keep it all in.

So i wonder if anyone can lend me a hard drive for my computer and one for my brain?

Band Practice featuring the X-Men

2009-05-10T08:54:00.000-07:00

I'm watching the X-Men Animated Series today. I've had two glasses of red wine today and read four books this week, which is something of a record for me.

Band practices are going really well. What's really cool about it is remaking songs from scratch, some you wouldn't recognize from the album versions. Me and Matt were talking about it last night on the way to see Wolverine, how cool it is that the versions of the tracks that appear on Warpsichord are by no means the definitive versions. The bare bones of the tracks remain the same, but everything else can change and should change. I like the idea that this release will mark a point in history of these songs and this idea. Like a single frame in a roll of film.

When I was finishing off the production of this album I really liked the idea of releasing it as a double sided disc, one side containing the main mixes and the other side the tracks completely reimagined or remixed. The idea being that you wouldn't necessarily know which was which, it would be down to the listener to decide which version was the definitive one for them.

I shied away from this idea eventually, partially because of the difficulties that would arise for a DJ from a double sided disc, but also because I want this album to be as accessible as possible from the jump. No gimmicks if possible. But there is no reason not to investigate things in a live setting. Its also going to be really beneficial for the other musicians playing with me to be able to improvise themselves, and that without the rigidity of a backing track i can begin to experiment vocally.

I can't wait to get going with this now. I think Ireland will be first.

I've been thinking a lot about my next project recently. I think its going to be pretty fun to work on. I'd like to bring in other musicians for this one i think. I'm so used to working alone, but have found these past few weeks enlightening.

I wonder if i might have a little sleep now. That episode of X-Men where the Morlocks first appear is on and its one of my favourites.

Would anyone be interested in reading a blog which is less about music and more about my favourite X-Men?

Well you might get one anyway

love love love love love

The Captain America Video.....Video

2008-10-16T10:20:00.000-07:00

The Captain America Video.....Video has been live on youtube for a while now, but i must simply tell you about it.

Its been a wee while since we shot it now so my memories are sort of Hazy.

We did principal shooting on a really hot day in June Maybe? I cant remember specifics. Me and Lin went a driving up to East Acton to Director Lulu's beautiful flat where the video was to be set.

Got there kind of early and so the two of us went for a wander and a nice cup of tea in a nicely weird place whilst Lu and Mags finished setting the equipment. I took loads of clothes up with me, my laptop, an amp for playback and some other bits and pieces.

We did a lot of performance shooting initially to capture what was going to be the crux of the video and then moved on to some really fun set pieces. These included Mags and Lindsay hiding in the cupboard and fashioning a method of turning the lamp off from within.

Amazing fun, but i always thought i would be more of a show off when actually tasked to perform, i was really shy instead. i think i started to pick it up though.

We finished off kind of late that night and Lin and i listened to Anat and Jem and the Holograms on the way home.

Work resumed later in the week with an evening shoot to get some darker shots and play with the lighting a bit more.

Lu had a really impressive set up. The lights were amazing and i think have turned out triumphantly in the finished video. This shoot was a lot easier in that i found it much easier to perform. In fact i think this is where we got the best bits of the video.

Marvellous fun during a sequence where i am wrestling with the tape on the bed, i fell back mid wrestle slamming the back of my head on the wall, but carried on as you do. I had to stop when we got to the climbing out the window bit because i was a bit woozy.

Anyway, i have better stories thn this somewhere and i shall write more thoroughly soon, but in the meantime, i think you should go and have a wee look if you havent already.

Get it here : LOOK!

more soon.

best again.

xxx

The God Song

2008-07-15T01:18:00.000-07:00

It's been a while. I have been absent.

Life happened and didn't happen in equally devastating measures, but it appears the seas are finally settling.

During this vacation I began to write terrible amounts of words and during this proliferation I reconsidered some of the words I had written previously. Sometimes I don't know what I'm writing about until its done and then I have to apply it to my life like a horoscope to decipher the meaning. Sometimes that's the final stage in the writing. Once a chord progression and beat have been found, i mumble the lines i have come up with over the music and edit out the less lucid parts for more appropriate phrases. I'm kinda equal parts when it comes to composition. At times I write music to a lyric and at times I write lyrics to a music. But the most common scenario is this kind of edited autowittering translated into a story, sung over the bare bones and given flesh afterwards.

The words to The God Song happened more or less in this fashion.

There was a time in my life when i considered myself a viciously silent religious person. Troubled as I was and most everybody is, i could roll my eyes closed and bathe in a blonde light of comfort in times torment or stare at some invisible entity in dark formless clouds and feel connected to it.

I never really spoke about it and never attended a church, for it was a private experience and so greatly enriched by its secrecy. I think back to that time now and realise i was addicted to secrets. The pleasure and trauma of having something unknown to anyone but you. Terrible things really. i try not to have any secrets these days. I am fairly certain this happened because of all the X-Men and Spider-Man comics i consumed. Ha.

A few of my friends had deep seated, sturdy christian beliefs which could not have been more alien to my personal beliefs. They would effervesce communally and loudly over the correct approach to sex in the eyes of god. I would listen and offer a view based only on fact or logic, deadpan and devoid of religious overtones. The straight man. Secretly i would converse with my Cloudman in pictures, not words. I would ride out the detriment of homophobes and bullies with knowing but desperate looks upward and feel protected. It was better on the darker cloudy days cuz it added to the whole drama of the thing. It was more satisfying and dramatic to imagine and Old Testament god looking directly at me atop a huge fucking thundercloud. And on sunny days i didn't really think about it.

And then one day it stopped. I'm not sure what happened, but it was like my access was rejected. The pleasures of comforts I had had during times of torment were now defunct and non renewable. A gloom would well beneath me and I couldn't tilt my head to see beyond it. That's probably enough metaphors about that.

I mean I tried to rejuvenate it. I bumbled with guilt and puzzled over standard thoughts of the forgotten sinner. I looked to more conventional means of contact to try and sidestep the malfunction and for a time began praying nightly. But it would not work.

Perhaps I grew up? I don't know what happened, but something ticked over in my head and I wasn't as easily rewarded. Which is probably a good thing. After a while I stopped even thinking about it. I got over the drama of having lost my imagined connection and got on with life.

And so the words to The God Song are largely about this time. My state as a marionette and the horrible moment an unseen crow snipped the strings to the sky. I actually thought about that image as I composed and tried to represent the crow by the marauding brass in verse two. just so you know to look out for it.

But I'm not REALLY a snipped puppet, and far from lifeless. As it is you find other ways to connect as we bumble along. to each other, and perhaps thats what I was looking for at that point in history and didnt realise.

This was a rather sombre one folks, so i'll stop there. I promise to be more fun next time. I will tell you about all fun things about shooting the Captain America Video Video, Maida Vale Studios, Radio One, Manchester, Gay Festivals, Chicks On Speed and Radio Plays with Blevin. Oh and remixes.

MORE (cheerful) SOON

AMX

xxxx

2008-03-26T14:55:00.001-07:00

Hello Again!!

So today, i thought i'd tell you a bit about the history of 'Warpsichord'. I'm trying to think of the best way to phrase it, how to describe the thinking behind it in an eloquent manner, trawling through all my old emails in an effort to be factually correct, but insteaaaaaad i think what will do is just bibble on for a bit and hope that it makes sense.

Warpsichord began its conception at the beginning of 2007, but it wasn't Warpsichord yet. I submitted a track to a label called Smalltown America in what was supposed to be a massive label maildrop. In the end, STA were the only label i submitted to. I began a dialogue with Andrew Ferris from STA who was very encouraging about the track and was kind enough to include it on Public Service Broadcast 9, a regular compilation the label released. The track was called 'Love Is A Terrible Thing' and was taken from my third collection of songs (unreleased, of course) called 'I Do My Own Stunts'.

Shortly after this i began speaking to Daniel Fawcett from STA about releasing an album of my songs. I was far too excited at this point to give any thought to what would be on this album, flabbergasted by the oppurtunity, and i dawdled for quite a while in its execution. You know, its like i was so overwhelmed by the possibility that it could actually happen that i couldn't quite organise my thoughts properly. I had just finished, as i say, my third collection of songs and therefore had a good wealth of songs that were ready or nearing ready that i could have included, but once i got myself sorted i decided that i had to do right by this offer.

I mean, this might be the only time i ever get to do this. It has to be right. Which is terrifying.

So i decided that all of the songs for the album had to be new. They had to be written specifically for this project to give them a familial cohesion. And I didn't want my first official release to be a compilation. Not that anyone would realise if it was, for the other albums live in my room and the rooms of friends. But i would know.

I decided quite early on that this album should contain mainly samples of orchestral instruments. It was just something that was tickling me at the time since i did the Peaches cover, which you might have heard? I think it might still be up on the ART SCARE myspace. I wanted to make an album full of contrasts and contradictions. Orchestral instruments which didnt sound QUITE RIGHT, or married with other incongruous instrumentation. Huge Ampitheatre timpani's with a shitty little stylophone dancing on top, heavily distorted brass with electro beats and a xylophone bought from Tiger, Harpsichords and string enesembles with skittery glitch rythmns fitting underneath. I can't remember what else, but you'll hear it if you buy the album or look at my myspace (which i hope you will do).

And i set to work.

They came really slowly at first. But two by two they came, and eventually i had a handful of brothers which i could sift through rather than trying to finish them to order. It was quite interesting actually, the way they were born. In two's. Disgusting reflections of each other like a wrong mirror. I hope that i get to keep creating in that fashion because its really fun to work on two completely differing pieces and alternate.

And i noticed once i had finished the writing process that this was a really colourful collection. It wasn't what i had orginally conceived at all and it took me by surprise. For example: this album contains the first love song i have ever written (eugh)

Actually, not (eugh) at all. Its lovely to be able to write a song like that. And there's never been a more appropriate time.

In reality, all but two of the songs on this record were created specifically for it. The two oldies were from my first ever attempt at album making and were completely re-recorded and re-orchestrated and in part, re-written to fit in with the others. They were adopted. I want to include them on this because they are two that have always excited me in their frivolity and glee. Written while i was first learning how to write songs and how not to, it makes sense that they are here when i say hello to the world.

I think thats probably about enough for tonight. My hair looks funny in a kind of hitler-youth fashion because i didn't DO it today and i think i'm wearing the top that i had my hair cut in, because there are unexplained little pokey things in my neck. I really hope they are hairs and not monsters.

You hear a lot of stories about that.

So now that i've told you a bit, not a lot, but a bit about how Warpsichord was conceived, i think i'll break it down a bit and tell you about the songs individually. Probably do a song a day, so you know all about them by the time it drops.

But in conclusion; What is Warpsichord?

Warpsichord is Science Fiction.

More soon.

xxxxxx

Good Evening.

2008-03-26T12:06:00.001-07:00

Hello.

This is the first time i’ve ever written a blog. But i think now is probably the right time to start one.

My debut album is being released on the Smalltown America label in the next couple of weeks. Its called ’Warpsichord’. About two or three weeks before that comes out we are releasing the lead single off the album which is called ’Captain America Video’ as a download and 7" and is up on the player at the moment, albeit in its domestically mixed and horrendously loud state.

In reality this is the fourth or fifth full length album i have produced, but its the first to gain a release and its probably my favourite so far, so in preparation for its release i thought i would tell you a bit about it and hope that its an interesting story.

So what i’m PROBABLY going to do is give you a little bit of blog every now and again about a specific song on the album. I’ll tell you what its about, how it was made, why it made the cut, what colour it is, whether its a girl or a boy, just a whole bunch of rubbish that’ll be really interesting to write and really boring to read.

I’m also going to tell you little bits about all the wonderful people who have helped me to make this and those who i am going to be working with shortly, give you little bytes of info on how the AMX campaign is ticking along, who’s played me where, where I am playing, where i WANT to play, alla that jazz, i might post a couple of videoblogs up as well (VLOGS?) so you can all look right at my face when i am saying my story.

But i’m afraid, as yet, i don’t have any recipes to share

.Soz.

So before i conclude this introDUCTory blog, please allow me one absolutely unabashed, unashamed plug...........................AMX live Radio One Session at Maida Vale on the 23rd of April,

so,

in a months time exactly, i will have done that two days ago.

ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh

p.s.

STA