Mash-up time. If the Gonch complains, I’ll take it down…
Clickety on this for music
(Mixed in relatively rapid fashion by Tanuja Amarasuriya and yours truly for a DJ set at T’s brother’s wedding. Just dug it up whilst sorting through old angel tech demos…)
Meantime: all my dreams on VHS, wot I wrote / directed, soon to […]
Category Archives: Music
Sunshine: in bag
Thursday, June 10, 2010
2010: Move ‘em out
Saturday, February 13, 2010
I’ve loved Curtis Eller since I heard his lament for old-school Hollywood, “Buster Keaton,” at the sadly missed Seymour’s Family Club, way back in the day. So it’s tip-top-notch to be supporting the mustachioed one come mid-March. I might even try to dredge up a new song of my own. An album by The Heath […]
TOTP: RIP
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
- TOTALLY OUT OF ORDER, THAT’S WHAT I SAID, COMPLETELY OUT OF ORDER, HE SHOULD WATCH HIS - oh, sorry, hello! Didn’t see you there. How are you? Mmm? Jolly good.
Yes, I’ve been a stranger. It’s been two solid months of writing outlines, pitches, applications and synopses round my neck of the woods. I’m emerging […]
VHS: diary four, the post-production
Saturday, August 1, 2009
So it seems that film production is a sandwich. A flavoursome all-action filling (the shoot) with two hefty slices of staring at computer screens slapped either side of it: the writing, and the cut. The mac-bashing bit goes double for yours truly on all my dreams on VHS, as I co-write the soundtrack with angel […]
Week goes: phones, birds, speaks, tunes, scribbles, listens
Sunday, March 15, 2009
This is the first image from The Dead Phone, a stageplay I’m writing for the Inbetween Time Festival 2010.
It’s been a scattershot week. Good and productive for it. But to give you a picture, woven in and around the day job, I’ve had -
Thursday: Writing the first drafts of The Dead Phone. It’s a series […]
Piano: story
Monday, November 17, 2008
I spent most of last Thursday in a state of giddy bliss, playing a gorgeous Broadwood grand piano at the Angel Tech studios. The ’studio’ is actually a soundproofed room in the basement of Doug’s house, a grotto of techy toys and blinking lights; the grand piano, meanwhile, is one he inherited from a Great […]