May 07 - February 08
Tales from the Igloo.....
So, time for me to come out of hibernation...to let the first rays of spring light my way back from nowhere...well somewhere...but just not quite where I wanted to be.
Motivation, she was absent for a while, but not as long as you may think; Phil and I both suffered personal heartache last year and yes the unforeseeable and most regrettable has set the album back somewhat, but sometimes that's what happens in life and sadly in death too. But we're still on track, no time limit we told ourselves and that's still the only rule, it takes as long as it takes...
So what of the music? Well, thanks to me developing an allergic reaction to a mould growing in the live room after the studio flooded (again) and Phil recovering from open heart surgery (they had to sew up the big crack that appeared after his phone call to the risk assessor) we decided that the best thing for me to do was take a mike stand and do the vocals in my front room...on my own! And so, wedged between Surfing trips in August and January I've been exiled to the land of vocals, lead vocals, backing vocals inside out vocals and upside down vocals, a world of 3D surround sound brought to vigorous life by cheap Sony headphones, a world of too much ear wax and endless self analysis, which, I'm glad to say I've not inflicted on anyone apart from my neighbours... they haven't complained yet, which I've taken to be a good sign. And now they're done, yes, you did hear correctly, they're done; bar one cheap sing-along backing track, which I'm hoping to do on an over enthusiastic night in, they're done!
Soundscapes that have tormented me day and night have been relentlessly chased down and nailed to the wall; I've actually really enjoyed it, I've been able to experiment to the point of insanity, and that insanity has helped me hold on to my own. As I've said before, I love harmony and I've not skimped. I know some people like their music sparse and don't get me wrong, there is most definitely a time and a place for sparse, it's just not now, not here, not in my head. My life is sparse, I'm emotionally sparse in fact you could argue that I'm slowly being consumed by overly keen dark matter frogs just itching to balance the smiley clown people in the left side of my oh so sparse brain; but, and some say it's a big butt...the music is not...
So, I make no apologies, if you like your music grand, as epic as a loaf of Hovis on a misty mountain top, you could be in for a treat, a real warm buttery goodness treat...I'm just praying we've got the Cohunes to do ourselves justice in the scary land of mental mixdown...that fearsome place, from which no man or woman, has ever emerged... with more hair... than when they... first... entered...
Let the final phase begin...
Oh I nearly forgot, can any one out there play the castanets...
May 07 - February 08
Tales from the Igloo.....
So, time for me to come out of hibernation...to let the first rays of spring light my way back from nowhere...well somewhere...but just not quite where I wanted to be.
Motivation, she was absent for a while, but not as long as you may think; Phil and I both suffered personal heartache last year and yes the unforeseeable and most regrettable has set the album back somewhat, but sometimes that's what happens in life and sadly in death too. But we're still on track, no time limit we told ourselves and that's still the only rule, it takes as long as it takes...
So what of the music? Well, thanks to me developing an allergic reaction to a mould growing in the live room after the studio flooded (again) and Phil recovering from open heart surgery (they had to sew up the big crack that appeared after his phone call to the risk assessor) we decided that the best thing for me to do was take a mike stand and do the vocals in my front room...on my own! And so, wedged between Surfing trips in August and January I've been exiled to the land of vocals, lead vocals, backing vocals inside out vocals and upside down vocals, a world of 3D surround sound brought to vigorous life by cheap Sony headphones, a world of too much ear wax and endless self analysis, which, I'm glad to say I've not inflicted on anyone apart from my neighbours... they haven't complained yet, which I've taken to be a good sign. And now they're done, yes, you did hear correctly, they're done; bar one cheap sing-along backing track, which I'm hoping to do on an over enthusiastic night in, they're done!
Soundscapes that have tormented me day and night have been relentlessly chased down and nailed to the wall; I've actually really enjoyed it, I've been able to experiment to the point of insanity, and that insanity has helped me hold on to my own. As I've said before, I love harmony and I've not skimped. I know some people like their music sparse and don't get me wrong, there is most definitely a time and a place for sparse, it's just not now, not here, not in my head. My life is sparse, I'm emotionally sparse in fact you could argue that I'm slowly being consumed by overly keen dark matter frogs just itching to balance the smiley clown people in the left side of my oh so sparse brain; but, and some say it's a big butt...the music is not...
So, I make no apologies, if you like your music grand, as epic as a loaf of Hovis on a misty mountain top, you could be in for a treat, a real warm buttery goodness treat...I'm just praying we've got the Cohunes to do ourselves justice in the scary land of mental mixdown...that fearsome place, from which no man or woman, has ever emerged... with more hair... than when they... first... entered...
Let the final phase begin...
Oh I nearly forgot, can any one out there play the castanets...
