I really miss singing sometimes. I don’t miss the listening back, the (often) feeling of worthlessness of it all ; the difference between the feeling as you sang, the imagination of what it was and what it now is.
Early September myself and Lee Allatson played out as a duo again. This time we tried a more song orientated approach leaving large spaces to fill out the room space as we found it. Above is one those moments.
I was hesitant to include my nervous spoken ramblings but decided to share any way. It’s not something I often do and it’s easy to be critical after the fact but then and there, when you are trying to think about it, the words just come out so. It was a great evening all round.
Please do check out some of Lee’s other work including the incredible Ka Safar
It’s the end of May. I can still here virtually nothing out of my left ear (currently). My house is still mostly a building site (currently). But below is the sound of the walk from Ophthalmology at the Leicester Royal Infirmary to the ground floor.
It’s April. I appear to have lost the bulk of my hearing in my left ear (currently). My house is literally a building site (currently). Elastic bands and contact mics is about the best that I can manage.