acoustic guitars in made up tunings. looper pedals. minidiscs. bicycles. phone cameras. playing with my family.
I am a fan of the Hannah Nicklin and have mentioned her on here a few times before. I was quite fascinated by this piece above when it popped up on my radar and it’s totally worth your time.
I always feel like I’ve discovered something with Hannah’s work and it’s often something about myself or about ourselves.
…doing gigs and doing Myspace and doing this.
A dream horse.
Just razzing around the Isle of Wight on bikes in beautiful autumnal sunshine.
This room and a shedload of delayed guitars.
I used to be in a band. Last month the drummer of that band, a Mr James Disney, died. He was only 40. Together we enjoyed those special moments of intensity that come from playing music you only understand if you’re in a band playing music. We did a record which everyone who was involved with still feels very proud of to this day. As a tribute to him, we’ve made the record available to download for free on Bandcamp with the wish that the £5 you’d normally pay you give to charity instead.
Enjoy.
The Jim Disney.
Jim ‘Jimothy’ Disney.
Jim ‘Binman-come-Wino’ Disney.
Jim ‘If I was related to Walt Disney, do you think I’d be sitting in your shithole of a studio’ Disney.
Jim ‘ We’d pissed off the top of the Holiday Inn car park as a sign of youthful defiance’ Disney.
Sweaty hugs in the back of pubs, bearded kisses. Lock ins and flaming sambucas.
Transcending everyday life beating skins and hitting strings, moving molecules of air and creating something indescribably life affirming and wondrous and magical twice a week for 2 and half hours at a time. Unless you were outstaying your visa in a foreign country, shifting road machinery across the midlands or just sleeping it off.
Regretfully, I am unable to mope about it all at present because I have nothing but fantastic memories of you.
And I always will.
