acoustic guitars in made up tunings. looper pedals. minidiscs. bicycles. phone cameras. playing with my family.
Like the title says, there’s 4 days to go until the Performing Industry show with Rattle.
And what’s more, you can score yourself one of Lucy’s postcards for attending too!
Until then, here’s some prepared guitar (springs shoved under the strings) taken from one of the ideas sessions for you to listen too. See you on Thursday!
Yet more shaky handheld phone footage -this time of me panning round the main hall of the Attenborugh Arts Centre in readiness for the Performing Industry show with Rattle on Thursday 27th July. It’s not often you get chances to play nice quiet spaces like this and to be collaborating with one of the best bands around is, quite frankly, blowing my mind!
Rewind to 6 September 2012 and upstairs at The Cookie in Leicester City Centre Leicester Lo-Fi are having a ‘Make a Solagraph‘ camera thingy evening upstairs whilst downstairs Cats and Cats and Cats (I think) and You Slut! (I think) are doing their thing. Later that week I put one of the solagraphy coke cans on a semi-abandoned trailer on some farmland nearby pointing out towards Lutterworth. I reclaim it 14 days later (a shorter time span than I expected) when I notice that some work was taking place in the field. Despite a note explaining what the coke can was, it was bashed in at the side. The picture though………
At the same time, I attach another coke can to the side of the house and forget about it. 320 weeks later (this morning), I take it down. The results are not as good – too long an exposure? – or rather, not as distinct – half a landscape due to a gate taking up half the frame – but I still find myself drawn to the ghostly scratched out lines.
I like the process (or lack of it) of this, of it revealing itself, of having time mark itself upon it.
You should give it a go. I’m going to have another go too.
I’m not here,
I’m here.
Bike slowly rolling down the hill
Watching the yellow changing, golden changing fields
and it’s bales and it’s bright blue cloud dotted backdrop
and it’s stick figures.
I’m smiling at summer’s last swallows
Waving at cats lazing in driveways
Laughing down roads marked ‘unsuitable to motor vehicles’
Eating sandwiches on hilltops, by fence posts, on stiles.
In short – I’m not here.
I’m here.
At the British Museum.
