You are allowed to enjoy this…

“30-08-09 Sketch” has now been re-tooled and re-titled “The Cobolt Blues” and a suitably Michael Brook-ish lead guitar has been splurged over said track to complete the rip-off. I have no shame as I remember that all art is theft, and besides I really like Michael Brook.

Now it has been rumoured that Ant and Dec may have shared some man-love when they lived together but for some poor sub-editor on the Express, it was a Freudian-slip too far. This actually appeared in the weekend’s first editions and I don’t think any other headline will be able to top it for the remaining months of 2009.

This is a short musical sketch I recorded in two passes – the first was the rhythm guitar and drums, the second pass is the bass guitar. I was more just jamming with myself than trying to compose something – so you are getting a look at how ideas sometimes come about. The key to music is the notion of play. You have to play – and by that I mean play around – to get ideas. Ideas don’t just appear out of the ether unless you are one of those lucky ones.
Anyway, this features some delay guitar and an atmosphere I’ve been meaning to visit for a long time. I visit the same stamping grounds as David Gilmour and Michael Brook, but in this instance the bass is a little too busy at the rear end of the track. Development and refinement is in order.
Enjoy!

Lots of different dreams merged into one. Owned a different shop near the seaside, dealt with shoplifter, then walked Alex forever and ever, though green pastures, up hill and down dale. Lost my shoes. Got lost. But then we methodically retraced our steps back home.

Do I let events define me, or do I define the events around me?

A temporary paperboy hits a car at speed and scrapes car, resulting in damage. Suddenly, this is my problem. “You have insurance?” says angry Dad forcefully to The Missus. Yes, we have insurance but only to cover damage to your son and his bicycle – not the damage he inflicts on others. Something doesn’t ring true – I suspect that this might be a ruse to extract cash. Surely the car driver has insurance?

It is hard to believe that this is the first “proper” recording I’ve done since late April. Where did the time go? Seeing as I finally got my stuff together it seemed only natural that I should return to my hobby. But this time I am full of anger, hate, bile and absolute frustration at this unjust world I have been borne into. The new “album” (always hate calling them that – just feels wrong) is going to be angry and horrible. It will reflect how I feel. It will be carthartic and revelationary and healing. It will be my “heavy” album.
The first track – the opening track – is this: The Persistence of Derision. A play on the phrase persistence of vision and it is an ugly, brutish, horrible track. A real audio shit-stain. Nasty, nasty, nasty. I don’t like it – so I must be doing something right as I don’t want this record to be at all likeable.

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Had a real dip today. Running out of options – no light on the horizon, etc. Experts agree – I am stuffed. Whoopee!

Meanwhile, had an afternoon nap with The Missus – and it was good!