Handmade – review and pictures

It’s been and gone and was excellent again. It’s a wonderful thing to see happening in your hometown and even more wonderful to actually be a part of it. Here’s some photos of me doing my jazz at the Guildhall taken by David Weight. There’s also a lovely review from Echoes and Dust along with pictures of pedal boards for nosey guitar nerds like myself. My board has only two pedals and a tuner on, so I’m very lower league.

screwdriver and guitar

twiddling knobs for kicks

Dozens of thoughts / Like skimming stones

I get a lot of questions about whether there is any new stuff ready. I have no idea if there is. I’ve done a lot of recording this year and very little of it makes sense. This does though. It might be part something larger, it might not. Recorded just as the days started getting shorter on an iphone in a room thinking about summer. It’s not really mixed and it’s certainly not mastered.

Have a listen. Enjoy it. Do what want you want with it. Be happy.

Gig envy

Lucy Stevens is a East Midlands based ( I think ) audio and visual artist whose work looks at the relationships between the human world and the natural world. I’ve followed her work for a bit and found ‘the pigeon stuff‘ a really interesting – turning the mundane and everyday into something special. Her latest residency though looks amazing and is sooooo my dream gig.




For her latest project, Lucy is going to Ricklundgården, in Southern Lapland to create recordings, drawing and digital prints of birdsong. Yep, she gets to sit in idyllic beauty listening to birds and nature and drawing all day. Like I say, MASSIVE GIG ENVY. Am really looking forward to see what comes of this and also reading about the work in progress via the blog she has especially set up for it here – Drawing Birdsong

Is this irony?

is this irony?

(subtitled mild rage, subtitled ‘I don’t what it means anymore’)

I came across the above photo via the lovelies at The Sound Is Not Asleep and their Facebook page (I think it originates from Jamie Tate of The Rukkus Room (looking in the corner)).

Whilst I do note a wry irony in the making of music on a gamillion pounds worth of equipment only for it  to be consumed on cheap kit using a form of data compression that removes a whole lot of the frequency spectrum, that’s not the noteworthy point.

Without the mp3 format I’d imagine about 98% of the music made in studios wouldn’t be heard by anyone beyond the friends and family of those making it. And there’s the rub. Mp3’s crappy quality aside, they allow us to share what we create so easily. And it’s the sharing that’s the important bit, getting people to hear what you do. We can bitch all we like, we just want to be listened to. And that’s also why we bitch. Or is that irony?