All the way there and back again

5th December 2010


Some vague impression

Dear Dear, I went to Bristol in another attempt to go clear. And again it didn’t happen because it’s only good when it’s scary.

Dear Dear, I went all the way there and back again for the sake of something I can’t explain for the love of music and the love of life.

All the way there and all the way back again for some vague impression some sense of something happening just out of view.

Where Love Lives

3rd December 2010

or More obtuse Observations from Barland

Love lives in the folds of my scarf. Love is the jumper on top of the jumper that keeps you warm on a minus day.

Love lives in my boots, love is the polishing and shining till they gleam and sparkle like the ice on the cars on the way home from the bars with the spinning dancers, SWATman and Robin and porno army girls all desperate to have a great time on another party night of their lives, in the snow and ice, braving it, like it’s nothing, like cold never hurt anyone.

And they’re drinking and hoping and none of them want to go home and they want everything perfect and they want that oh so specific oh so special song and they want it now because of a lack of something. That’s love.

Love lives on the top deck of the 344, it’s a seat with a view of the street. It’s a lost glove on the railings. It’s the last leaf falling from the last tree standing. It’s the sound of the crunch of a boot on a snowy pitch, it’s a bastard, a bitch, it’s a scratch you can’t itch, that you can’t live without, it’s certainty, it’s doubt, it’s everything that keeps you in.

Love lives on the 0:34 Southbound, the last tube home, because there’s somewhere to get back to. Love is everything worth saving. Love is just this. Amazing.

Big Chill Bar, Bristol

29th November 2010

Big Chill label party

[setlist]The Big Chill label take over the Big Chill bar in Bristol for a bit of a festive event.[/setlist]

10:06 to Bohemia

28th November 2010


The Normalites (in real life)

or (to quote the local news) “I knew to expect the unexpected but beyond that I didn’t know what to expect”

or (to borrow from the Dalai Lama) “and in the end all that matters is how did you live how did you love how many tunes did you make in the studio”

A week in Cornwall, in the proverbial studio, acting like a cartoon character, writing songs with Steve Miller.

Writing songs is a bit like fishing. You make a big effort to get somewhere that you think is a good place for fish. Then you stop and hang around and nothing happens for ages and you forget that you’re actually there to catch fish, then all of a sudden the line twitches and a big beauty is pulled up on deck. Then you zone out again. Our fine haul from this eco-friendly line-fish into the ocean of ideas is a whopping four prize gurnard, aka songs. At the moment, for the record, they are called: Dream Baby That hippy reggae one So Long and A Minor House, though all information is subject to change without notice.

We’re working in an old school way, laying down tracks, using the computer like a tape machine, getting as many hooks and licks and lines down as we can; giving Steve plenty to work with when I jump back on the train for the smoke.

The pictures are all landscapes and signs, hopefully indicative of a state of mind, an open space in which to create, hopefully something special, hopefully.

There are no pictures of the studio because the studio is about sound and it doesn’t look as exciting as it feels to be in there, making. There’s just a computer and a mixer and some keyboards and some guitars and drums and all the usual. But of course it’s what comes out of the machines and devices and mouths that’s important. And you can’t take pictures of an idea or a melody any more than you can play a song on the strings of a hillside.

But that doesn’t mean that there isn’t intense beauty and wonder in both, so the pictures go some way to, in abstract, convey the wonderful, simple pleasure of making music with a good friend.

The music will follow in due course, in one form or another, and hopefully it will please you as much as my trip and these pictures and the taking of them and the sharing of them has pleased me.

“There is no wealth but life. Life including all its powers of love, of joy and of admiration.” (Ruskin)

Coco Disconnected Podcast

20th November 2010

We Are Disconnected Podcast number four is from Chris Coco. Check the interview here, and the music here.