And now we have an official video to accompany the remix of “Seville”. I like this “readymade art” approach to video making.
Category: Diary
The great thing about the Internet is that it brings people together and it can also be a means of producing new art, new work, new music via virtual collaboration. The enigmatically titled “Piggyback Orchestra” contacted me recently with a remix they had done of my track Seville. I liked it and I present it here for your delectation. So here is “SVL”:
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Oh well it looks like a new “album” might be coming. The muse has paid a visit and when the music comes, we’ve got to do our best to serve the muse and get it all down on the hard drive. I’ve gone back to one of my old recording tricks of relying on the technology dictate the music. In this case, the Boss SL-20 pedal is acting as a sketchpad, allowing me to quickly generate rhythmic guitar loops on which to build songs. It’s a bloody great piece of kit for stimulating the musical muscle, but I have to be careful not to repeat myself…not to repeat myself…not to repeat myself…
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Yes, who can believe that a whole year has passed since you were given to me. What games we’ve played and what fun we’ve had. I am so lucky to be your Daddy and maybe one day you’ll find this message and know just how much I love you, my precious little girl.
Now let’s stop with this mawkish sentimentality and have some fun. The BabyTV Channel is probably the greatest invention since sliced bread. They have a webpage where you can upload your baby’s picture and they animate it and produce a birthday celebration animation. Whoo-hoo! Little Verity is a star. (Hopefully this link will work for you)
Click here for the good stuff.
You see, I must be cool, still hanging with the hip cats, my finger on the digital pulse of pop culture. How do I know? Well Peter Gabriel is covering a Vampire Weekend song with Hot Chip.
Thank gawd for that!
OK, by now you’ll realise that I am a juevenile prick, but there’s something inherently funny about a small child being made to swear in the interest of comedy.
…when myself and The Missus decided to step out together. In the old days, I guess you’d call it “courting”. It was a crisp Monday morning, bright and sky-blue. I was nervous as hell as I travelled to Stratford bus station for our rendezvous. We spent the day travelling around central London, taking in the sights, checking each other out and reinforcing our friendship. I did my best to be charming, witty and a perfect gentlemen. The charm must have worked because she’s still here, still putting up with my airy-fairy nonsense, my stupid creative ideas and my idiot dreamer persona. She understands the blackness, the light and the joy. We have our secret language, our dialogue, our jokes that no-one else knows. It is a precious thing and I am blessed.
Thank you (though I know you will never read this because you never read my blog, but that’s OK)
Us in 1989, roughly a year after our first date.