Well it has been four years coming and now you can feast in the auditory delight of me speaking about various songs I've done in an attempt to engage and enthuse my audience with the last four sets of recordings I've released into the wild. The stories are faintly amusing, there's a realistic sound effect of a firework going off and you have 1 hour 20 minutes of pure Lock action. It's too good to miss. Download it today and send the link in an email to someone you don't like.
DO IT. DO IT NOW!
And for those of who you actually know how to use the Internet, you can lock onto the actual podcast feed via this handy linkoid:
I know it is a terrible habit to Google oneself. In fact, to Google oneself sounds as if it is a euphemism for shaking hand's with the wife's best friend or wrestling with the one-eyed trouser snake, but I digress. In between searching for hardcore dwarf porn and giving my life saving's to Nigerian scammers, I often find my music being used by all sorts of people for all sorts of purposes.
This following clip, I think, is a comedy sketch. The reason I am unsure is that it is in Italian and I don't speak Italian apart from bonjourno and ciao, etc. so one must assume it is funny. Mind you, the product featured in the sketch does actually exist. You can buy alarm clocks that whizz around the room like that.
Anyhow, they have used my track "Loops and Scales" as the soundtrack to the "advert". I think it's cool. I also think it is another great example of how the net can help us cross pollinate our arts to create wonderful new things...like this!
Meanwhile, in the village, the rumour mill is nine months too late...ha ha ha ha!
This link came my way via the MediaGuardian website. This is basically a lesson on how not to write for a local paper and would make a great case study for those would-be journalists interested in libel law and not to settle your personal animosities using a newspaper column.
The background of this is that Leader of the Isle of Wight council David Pugh, a single man, takes out a fellow single lady from the pensions office as his "date" at the Council Ball. Unfortunately, said lady can't hold her booze makes a show of herself and causes a major confloption, of which said council leader is completely unaware. However, the reporting of this evening is neither delicately handled nor sits within the realms of journalism. Meanwhile, her ex-husband is skulking in the shadows armed with a video camera and viddies the drunken lady outside the venue and posts it on YouTube. Creepy stalker type behaviour alert!!!
This is a tittle-tattle piece written by someone with issues and proves, without a shadow of a doubt, that you do need an office full of sub-editors working on the local press, because whoever owns the Isle of Wight gazette is probably having kittens now. I hope Mr Pugh has an expensive lawyer. We've all had too much too drink and acted daft, or been around someone who makes a show of themselves under the influence - thankfully, a guttersnipe reporter hasn't been around to stitch us up.
It certainly doesn't make you want to visit the Isle of Wight in a hurry! Pass it on...
This is more like the flipside to "Give It To You". It's one thing to give something away willingly than to have someone come along and take something from you. One thing I've learnt over the past couple of years is that there are plenty of people out there who will fuck you over for the sake of a penny. That's what this song is about. It's about those petty-minded simplefolk who are just rotten to their fucking core. The one's who spend their whole life making a game of fucking people over. You know who you are. I know who you are. The thing is that I am not slave to money, you are. So fuck you, slave. I am free.
As we have young kiddiwinks in the house, I have adopted a new style of singing (if it can be called singing). It's more lips pressed against the mike and plenty of articulation rather than the process of expelling air from my lungs. Volume is a minimum and then maximised in the recording software using plenty of EQ and gain. I hate my voice. I think it sucks. I am still of the belief that guitarists should keep their traps shut and play their fucking guitars. But sometimes you build up a body of lyrics that need to be articulated. And this is that time. So I apologise for offending your sensibilities. This glitch in the matrix will be momentary. Normal service will be resumed once the new collection of recordings is finished. Title of the new album is: "The Luckiest Man in the World".
Here are the words to this little ditty so you can sing-along in the bouncy ball stylee...
Never Enough
The arrogance and ignorance
Means its never enough
To steal what is mine
And lie to my face
When confronted
Act like a mistake
The greed is one thing
But the games you play
And the things you say
Are beyond the pale
Didn't you think
I could work it all out
It's never enough
Never enough
I could give you everything I have
And you'd smile at me and extend a hand
Because it's never enough
Never enough
You could take everything I own
And still be hungry and want more
Because it's never enough
Never enough
Never enough
Never enough
You know the price of everything, but the value of nothing
And while you do your best to amass your pile
The more you need, the more you want
And money can buy you love and influence and power
But remember that the wages of sin is death
The learning curve gets steeper
As the malevolence gets deeper
But this is an education
You can't afford to buy
The thing is I can always change
But you will always stay the same
Like a book left open at the same old page
It's never enough
Never enough
I could give you everything I have
And you'd pretend that you could be a friend
Because it's never enough
Never enough
You could take everything I own
But you'd still leave the knife sticking out my back
Because it's never enough
Never enough
Never enough
Never enough
Every man, woman and child has their price
From a million pounds to a bar of chocolate
In this world it appears anyone can be bought
By while you have to take the things I've earned
I transcend the need to worship at the shrine of the false idol: money
This is the bedding track for a song with words called "Never Enough". The lyric concerns greed and the age-old fact that the more money you want the more money you need. So many people chase the dollar and find themselves corrupted by their need for cold, hard cash. But more so, it is about those people who will stab you in the back for the chance to screw you out of a pound.
The interesting thing about this track is that it is the first time I've used the Superior Drummer 2.0 software I purchased a month or so ago in order to generate the drum track. In the past, I've programmed the drums myself using a Boss DR880, but this new software allows me to drag and drop pre-rendered midifiles onto a grid and come up with realistic sounding drumparts on the fly. So yes, it is another way for me to cheat - so no more crappy drum programming for me, perhaps? No, I still love my DR-880 and it is good to get your hands dirty.
The original Wicker Man movies is one of my all-time faves up there with 2001, Superman, Confessions of a Pop Performer and Xanadu. But someone has created a rather disturbing spin on an already disturbing story...beholden, dear reader, beholden...
This is a video from some chubby lad called Paul Hawkins and his band The Awkward Silences. I am not sure why I like because both the song and the video are a little rough, but I guess it captures the awkward fizzing energy of younger people who think they are right.
Of course, I also like the Reggie Perrie theme running through the video and it has the same kind of appeal as The Fall or The Wedding Present, so I am beginning to understand why I's likes it.
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