Friday Night Listening: #spacerock

January 8, 2016

It’s getting colder (thankfully).

So why not float away into deep, dark, cold interstella regions with the inestimable guitar of DJ Southwold?

The guitar is reedited from this track:

Sunday evening listening: “Who Cooked Adam Smith’s Dinner?”

December 27, 2015

Inspired by the book of the same name:

(You’re probably better off reading the book)

Random Thought 4

December 24, 2015

Vita Sackville West = Easter Island statue.

Ruined garden.

Merry Blogmas!

December 14, 2015

photo (3)Every year I write a short blog post intended as a Christmas card. A digital Christmas card, I suppose.

Looking back on the past ones, I always seem to comment on the turbulence or trickiness of the past year. It’s boring to repeat yourself. Every year is turbulent and this year was no exception. New York was good though.

So I’d simply like to thank the following people who have been particularly helpful and supportive in the past 12 months: Yranie Perinpangayam, Paul Murphy, Fiona MacBeth, Susie Healey, Eliza KesslerJem Stone and the essential Mr Andrew Booth.

I’d also like to wish my new colleagues at my fantastic new place of employment BBC Monitoring a very Merry Christmas.

And best wishes for a happy and prosperous new year to anyone who happens to be reading.

Onwards and upwards! Onwards and sideways!

Weekend listening: “Economists are more showbiz than pop stars now”

November 28, 2015

Quote from a conversation in the Guardian between Brian Eno and Yanis Varoufakis.


The Girl By The Lake

November 15, 2015

The girl walking around the lake, hands raised high holding her tablet, watching her bright reflection.

Spellbound by the bright shimmer of the screen. Transfixed by her own image.

Dive in the bright lake, lose yourself in the bright world.

You can’t dive in, it’s just a reflection. You’ll bang your head against the glass screen, the mirror will stop you, you’ll hurt your head.

It pushes you away, you can’t go in.

You can’t dive in the real lake either, there’s a fence. A high fence around the lake.

Only in movies do people smash through mirrors. It’s an expensive trick.

Only in moves do cars smash through shop windows. In the real world, have you ever seen a car smash through a window? No one has. More people have seen a car smash through a window in a Hollywood movie, shattering it into a thousand pieces, than have ever seen a shop window shatter in real life.

He heard a loud bang. He turned to see the car rolling towards him, the windscreen shattered but intact. No crash, just a bang.

Breaking glass causes distress, grounding you back in the real world. The glass falls to pieces.

Drop the mirror, drop the screen, the glass shatters.

Half in one world, half in another. Half in the world, half in your head.

New York

November 15, 2015

The sheer clank of it, the clank, the noise, the grind, the grime, metal bolted roughly on metal, the grinding of metal on metal, great sheets of steel just thrown down on the shore, covered in dirt, the hiss, the steam.

Built on a rock. And when you get underground, under the pavement, under the way, under Broadway, under broad way, you’re in a cave in the rock and the steam, the broiling air, gasping, hot.

The people come up from under the ground every morning, swarming over the concrete, glass and metal.

Noise at every level: the roar under the ground, the roar on the ground, the roar in the air. The constant rush of traffic, rubber on brick and metal, honking, bashing, clanking, building, the city is always being built, from the ground up, talking, walking, clatter, helicopters buzz, planes drone.

The roar like the ocean: sounds more like the ocean than the ocean. The ocean comes right up to the island, right up to the freeway, the freeway a huge metal girder thrown on the ground. A tiny strip of sand between the steel and the water. The man made buzz competes with the ocean, copies the ocean, says “look at me! I’m like you!”.

The ocean is still, placid, waiting, waiting for its time.

Weekend listening: “New York Steam 1” and the oldest sound in the universe

November 13, 2015

oldest sound

In the American Museum of Natural History in New York there’s an exhibit which features the electromagnetic wave created by the Big Bang, turned into audio: the oldest sound in the universe.

Inevitably, I had to record this sound on my phone.

You can hear it one minute and ten seconds into the montage below.

Curiously, the oldest sound in the universe sounds a lot like New York…

Weekend listening: “Run While You Can” by Exit Strategy featuring DJ Southwold

October 10, 2015


silly billy

thanks to DJ Southwold

Weekend Listening: Top 5 plays on @Soundcloud

September 12, 2015

This week one of my pieces of music was played 500 times on Soundcloud.

I know most of these plays may not be human, but nevertheless let’s celebrate by counting down my top 5.

The top 5! You want them! I’ve got them!

  1. “Always True” by NEM.e.sis – 501 plays 

There’s also a You Tube video:

Prepared with much help from @Skywiresounds.

2. David Bowie’s “Heroes” performed by First Gossom End Monday Cubs (with handbells) – 63 plays

3. “I Scheduled 3 Days of Mixing the Next Door Neighbour Scheduled the Builders” by NEM.e.sis – 39 plays

Based on the original by the very talented Lee Sparey.

4. “Born To Rule” by Exit Strategy – 38 plays

Punk’s not dead! Honest!

Featuring the inestimable bass of Mr Pete Marsh.

You Tube video:

5. “Son of Odin” by NEM.e.sis and DJ Southwold – 30 plays

DJ Southwold is excellent and his Soundcloud account can be found here.

Thanks for listening!


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