This site is still under construction and currently contains odds and ends, unfinished experiments, a few things that have been or could be or should never be published, things I've made and decided to share with whoever is out there.
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Tone Forest

April 2012

Another outtake from a lazy Saturday...

Shadow Lake

April 2012

Perfectionism is a road to nowhere...a few hours walking without looking back leads me to Shadow Lake....anything considered salvageable I'll rework into a proper track. Constructive criticism appreciated...

In memory of the 20th century

January 2012

a lightbox in progress
discount post-christmas lights (with different cycles and settings)
random old slides from ebay
it feels like I am stealing and resurrecting
someone else's memories

El Aliento

December 2011

un hilo de plata que cosa
mi vida preciosa
quisiera despertarme
mañana

The Silver Seam

December 2011

A photo, taken from my window of a jet-trail catching the last of the winter sun.

I live under the flight path and this is the loop that wakes me most days, it's the sound I hear when I drift toward sleep. For a week in 2010, when the ash from Eyjafjallajökull grounded all flights, the skies of London were silent.

Dreaming while awake

November 2011

Jetsam

2011

So after a decade of silence in which (in retrospect) I wasted a ton of time building a completely open-source studio (which now works flawlessly - thanks to Puredyne) I still find myself compelled to make sound. The only thing is I don't know where I'm going with this anymore. I may have been better off throwing my laptop into the sea and just playing guitar...or perhaps throwing that in too, with a microphone to record the results.

When I have managed to find the time I've sat down and messed around with the myriad of sounds I can make and left unfinished uncertain fragments in my wake (such as these). Forty years ago such indulgence would have required banks of tape machines and masses of equipment. I'm still searching for a recipe, a formula, or perhaps something more essential that will make it come together. After a certain point the technology becomes a distraction. There's something to be said for tight parameters compelling creativity - like how life was marginal in the early oceans, or how the sixty-four squares of a chessboard, with a few pieces, black and white, representing a handful of logical functions - give rise to an infinity of possibility. We have more than we need and we are spoiled for choice. What's left sounds like waste.

So these are a few of those outtakes, each represents 30-40 minutes of meandering condensed into nothing special. I hear the music in my head, in my heart, yet am unable to do it justice. I'll keep trying, though for the moment it seems a dream has been relegated to a hobby.

Constructive advice and suggestions are welcome...

love and truth and virtue

December 2009

A poem for the politicians...and everyone else...

Dragonfly

October 2011

Shimmer

August 2011

A recent poem, for what it's worth...

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