Lately, and Soon

March 2nd, 2010

Some Emphemetry shows coming up this month. Close to home, where I haven’t been much lately.
Fri19thMarch2010Border Stairs To Korea Poster

Friday March 19th in Nottingham at Lee Rosy’s Tea Room – playing with one of my all time favourite lyricists, songwriters, guitarists, etc. Geoff Farina (Karate, & Secret Stars), and Chris Brokaw (who’s been in some fecking awesome bands like Codeine and The New Year). Proper gutted I won’t get to see them play until Leeds the following week as I’ve got to shoot off straight after I play, but I’m hoping we can have a cup of tea and a natter beforehand.

Monday 29th March in Derby at Vines – I’d never heard of Stairs To Korea before I got asked to play this one, but I have now, and I’m glad, and I can’t wait to see him play live. Reminds of Plans & Apologies. He proper sounds like Dave Williams, and can dish out long strings of tastily assembled words and a crafty melody like I only wish I could.

I’m finishing the recording of the Emphemetry full length this week, before going over to Berlin next week to mix and master it with Nils Frahm. Then, in April, will start playing more and more, starting with a gig with dbh, probably in his kitchen.

Pendulum Swings

February 18th, 2010

How We Are Hungry

“But Tom,” it [the nickly shimmer of the moon on a black lake on the Isle of Skye] said, “the swinging of your pendulums! Everyone’s pendulum swinging, to and fro, and always you’re getting hit by someone else’s swinging pendulum. You’re minding your business, but someone else’s pendulum is swinging around, and pow! you get it in the head.”
“That happens, yes.”
“I saw you and Erin by the shed.”
“Oh.”
“I was there.”
“That makes sense. I saw you, too.”
“I watch you often, Tom. I have time on my hands. Time is different to me than it is to you.”

I was still thinking about what the nickly shimmer had seen. He, however, was warming to the sound of his thoughts.

“I feel time like you dream. Your dreams are jumbled. You can’t remember the order of your dreams, and when you recall them, the memories bend. Faces change. It’s all in puddles and ripples. That’s what time is for me.”

- Excerpt from Quiet, a short story by Dave Eggars, from his collection How We Are Hungry.

I’ve been reading this collection between doses of Kurt Vonnegut and Oliver Sacks. It’s brilliant. The story’s have got the brevity but slightly skewed/detached emotional depth that I love in Raymond Carver and Etger Keret. In particular, Climbing To The Window, Pretending To Dance, and The Only Meaning Of The Oil-Wet Water. The former starts feeling like it would be great as a novel, then it takes your face off, and the latter burrows right under my skin with an uneasy romance between friends. I’ve not finished Quiet yet, but the above quote about time made my brain tick tock tick tock…

Ice Cold Wonderland & The End of the World

December 31st, 2009

Enjoying the dead space between Christmas and New Year.
Where the days have no names, and the clocks have no hands…

End of the world Handyside Bridge, Derby

How Things Used To Be

November 26th, 2009

In the local rag today I was proper shocked to read something about an initiative coming from the council that I was actually excited about. The headline was ‘It’s Back To The Future‘ (which was bound to catch my attention anyway) and it detailed the council’s plan to spend nearly a million quid on restoring the shop fronts in the old end of town “to their Victorian and Edwardian glory” to, guess what, attract business. My mind is in two places at once on this. Here are the two places that make up this quantum opinion…

Quantum Opinion #1

I was once walking down Sadlergate (more about Sadlergate later) and, I think it was the butcher’s shop that had just closed down and was becoming one of the high-fashion shops (that are now closed down, but more about that later as well), and the ugly eighties plastic hoarding had been ripped out to make way for a new pretty wooden/plaster one. Underneath you could see the old Sadler’s hoarding from god-knows-when-ago, all old tar coloured wood with faded gold letters. Someone’s initials and surname, almost definitely a dealer in some horse related paraphernalia from when the street would have smelt like a hundred horses’ arses, from all the horses arses shitting all over the place as they got their hooves and saddles and whatnot seen to.

It was a kind of Proustian rush back to a time I’ve only seen one faded photo of in a book about old Derby. I go in search for those sights a lot. The bits that have never changed. Even restored building are enough, so that all you have to do is squint to see back to before cars when there were trams, and before trams when there were horses and the roads were soil…

Quantum Opinion #2

Having thought about it all day, I can still say that this is a good idea. But a few things strike me as odd, and these things make the ‘good idea’ come apart at the seams.

Take the previously mentioned Sadlergate. It’s a beautiful street that’s up there in old beauty with York. The shop fronts are all very nicely done up and for the most part the buildings are really well maintained. One thing that strikes you at the moment about these shop fronts though is that they’re empty. There are no shops in them. There are still shops open on Sadlergate, but the ratio of open ones to closed-down ones is getting more even every week. So, if one part of town that already looks nice can’t attract business as it is, how is making another part that doesn’t look as nice look as nice as the one that already looks nice going to attract any more?

By travelling in time, the council are trying to retrace their steps to before they signed off on Westfield building what Charlie Brooker perfectly described as a “hollow, anaesthetising capitalist moonbase”. Business in the actual city centre has been going downhill pretty steadily since the Big Grey Block appeared on the skyline, and will continue to do so until someone pulls it down/blows it up, or better: until businesses reject it for what it is and move back to somewhere with a soul. I’m not ignorant, I know rents are high outside of the moonbase, I know the footfall is less than half that of in there, but venture into the sunlight one by one and see how much better lunchtime is in the market square that in Logan’s Run’s food hall.

So, rather than spending a million on architecture, maybe spend a fraction of that on some consultancy between landlords and businesses. Strike up some deals. Make some introductions. The age of the bricks won’t attract business if the books don’t balance on paper. Fix what you’ve broken before building something new, because going back in time aesthetically is not time travel.

Jim Henson’s Time Piece

October 1st, 2009

Back at work this morning, post-tour, logged in to Twitter thinking how, after a week without it, I don’t really need it anymore…but then found a link from Douglas Coupland saying, “Time Travel. No editorialising,” with a link to this short film.

The only picture of Jim Henson I’ve ever seen is in an incredibly beautiful animated short made in his honor called Overtime, so I didn’t recognise the protagonist in this rhythmical time bent piece until the credits rolled. Check it: