Sonic Explorers

16th March 2010
Today we (the City Reverb) are making a remix for the Explorer’s Club. Except it’s more of a new song than a remix. Coming fast. Writing and recording in harmony. The glock goes down next. Then we’re there. Lovely.


15th March 2010

Rare US vinyl copies of Coco, Steel & Lovebomb – Feel It at Phonica Records now.

My own little piece of the city (Chelsea 4 – Weat Ham 1)

14th March 2010
These are the steps that lead up to the seat where is sit (and stand) to watch the games. These are the steps that lead to seat that is my little bit of the city. Most of the time it’s just a blue bucket seat, sitting there, next to thousands of other blue bucket seats (and a few white ones), but occasionally, once every couple of weeks usually, on a Saturday usually, at three o’clock sometimes, it’s the centre of the world, a view down into the arena, the cauldron, the theatre.

And all the time it’s beautiful in that strange way that I find things beautiful when perhaps by other standards they are not. Like these steps that lead to the seat…

Up In Flames…

12th March 2010
Sosho is burnt. To the ground. Finished, gone, up in smoke. Over. It’s a shame. It was a good space, lovely people, and somewhere regular to spin. Now I must find somewhere else.

Dear Dear (a letter from Peak, Istanbul)

7th March 2010
Dear Dear,

I am here, in the Peak Hotel (since 1961). I haven’t been here that long, not quite, but nearly.

Dear Dear,

I came in on the TK 1980, from London City. I can’t remember much of what happened between then (1980) and then (1961), unless I try really hard, it kind of means nothing though it is everything I am.

Now I am here, although it is dark, and cold, and rainy, it feels like a good place to be. I have a partial view of the Sea of Marmara and total view of the Pera Taxi Rank plus a large choice of TV channels and free tea and coffee. Though the minibar is extra, it feels like a good place to be 7th March 2010 Dear Dear, I went out in search of delight for you. No joy so far. But in the street filled with music stores and handy graffiti someone offered me a memory upgrade. It came in the form of a free download. How could I refuse? All I had to do was press yes. I accept.

But nobody prepared me for the bitter, biting cold. It’s the end of a winter but it’s not over yet. So now I am back at Peak. Waiting to perform, or whatever it is called.

Oh Dear,

And I did find a little. Delight. I almost forgot. In a round wooden box. Like it was made for cheese. I hope it is delightful, you know I always aim to please.