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A song a week #41 (Aldrington)

Posted 14 Oct 2011 — by Jonathan
Category 52songs, Assistant, Music, Weekly Song

Because I’m writing so frequently, and seeking to prevent things from sounding samey, I’ve noticed little trends in terms of how I arrange songs – early on I was introducing electronic elements and looking to borrow from dance music and hip hop in how I structured things; a bit later I seemed to be working hard on intricate string arrangements. Following that, I concentrated hard on glockenspiels and harps, looking for warm ringing sounds to offset the bleakness of my strumming. Recently, I’ve used woodwind instruments and accordians, instruments I wouldn’t have dreamed of incorporating twelve months ago. I dunno if these surface differences keep things interesting for my listeners – assuming I have any – but they certainly keep things fresh for me. Anyway – here’s an example of the more organic sound I’ve opted for recently. This one’s called ‘Aldrington’.

A song a week #40 (Forty)

Posted 07 Oct 2011 — by Jonathan
Category 52songs, Assistant, Music, Weekly Song

For this week’s song, I was satisfied to shy back from creating something with a verse and chorus and, for the first time, dispense with lyrics. For reasons I’m not altogether sure of, I’ve never listened to any instrumental rock music; the likes of Mogwai and Godspeed You Black Emperor bore to me tears, although when you consider that I very much like listening to Durutti Column, jazz and modern classical stuff, perhaps it makes more sense to simply say I don’t like post-rock. Either way, I always think it’s rather pointless writing music and not lyrics, but that’s my own prejudice and one I should get over. For this, I tried.

It’s really just a slightly awkward riff, looped with some weird distortion over the top – but I’m pretty pleased with it. My friend Dan shared it with a friend of his, Linda, who took a bit of time out of her day to dance along; and Dan created the accompanying video. Thank you, both.

The song is called, aptly, Forty – it’s the fourtieth song in this project.

Get up to date with the other 39 songs here.

A song a week #39 (Patterns & Exits)

Posted 30 Sep 2011 — by Jonathan
Category 52songs, Assistant, Music, Weekly Song

This song is really just another collection of images, inspired by a walk through Brighton on a foggy morning this week; watching prescription lines snake out of chemist doors and postmen rattle their carts down Buckingham Road. It ends with an image I didn’t spot, but which sprang organically to mind as I was writing – that of kids on bridges, noting down trains or dropping pebbles on cars. Lyrics below.

There’s a stupid typo at the end there; ‘kids go two ways, getting older / up on the footbridge / carrying notepads or boulders’.

A song a week #38 (Still)

Posted 23 Sep 2011 — by Jonathan
Category 52songs, Assistant, Music, Weekly Song

I feel like talking about this song is kind of pointless when the obvious point of interest is Dan’s regal, rather scary video, made using his brother’s iPad and some somewhat emerging technology. The song itself is about being over sentimental and squeamish. Which I am.

A song a week #37 (Done Driving)

Posted 16 Sep 2011 — by Jonathan
Category 52songs, Assistant, Music, Weekly Song

Yet another song about siblings from someone who’s never had any. This was loosely inspired (in mood, if not in subject matter) by a couple of books; The Sisters Brothers by Patrick DeWitt, and Spurious, by Lars Iyer. Both are books in part about wandering, and looking for something. A mournful family song about trading, making compromises and deals.

Lyrics below.

The chords are Am, C, G all the way through.

    Done Driving

So on the road to the old town,
This doesn’t go, this doesn’t go fast enough.
I was on the road to the old ground,
where my brother lay.

I was on my way back home,
and then I asked myself,
“Do I know why I’m going here or not?
I know he’s old, and not in love”.

And maybe I’m done driving,
all of the road is edging me
back to where I’ll be in the end.

So I turn round and come back again.
I don’t know, I don’t know if I can.
I was on the road to the heartland,
where my brother lays.

I was on my way back North
and then I realised,
I don’t know how my brother came to this.
To call me in, without giving in.

A song a week #36 (Ruth)

Posted 09 Sep 2011 — by Jonathan
Category 52songs, Assistant, Music, Weekly Song

This song started as a sort of joke, so it’s odd to be presenting it as a serious contribution to my Weekly Songs project; but I felt like I was getting a bit bogged down in regretful, slow indie rock so I wanted to try to capture some of the spirit of the music I was enjoying this week – the perky lyricism of The Kinks and the clean elocution of Laura Marling; and I felt like I wanted to try a more traditional accompaniment, too, switching from my normal fare of synths, glocks, pianos and electric guitars to accordians and fiddles. The resulting song is half serious, half comic – a quickly penned and slightly arch story about a little town that decides it’s had it with marriage. Thanks once again to Dan for the video.

A song a week #35 (Departures)

Posted 02 Sep 2011 — by Jonathan
Category 52songs, Assistant, Music, Weekly Song

Here’s the 35th song of the year; written in the week after the End of The Road festival, and with some lovely EOtR footage in the video courtesy of Dan.

This song was influenced, I think, by the book I was reading that week – The Sisters Brothers by Patrick DeWitt; it’s a tale of two brothers on a long journey together, and I had fixed in my mind some notion of a final journey, almost hallucinogenic, weighed down by the symbolism of its finality. I think maybe there was some chasing in there; bolted horses or UFOs.

Thanks Dan for the vid!

A song a week #34 (Wilson Brown)

Posted 26 Aug 2011 — by Jonathan
Category 52songs, Assistant, Music, Weekly Song

I’m a massive fan of character songs – Colonel Brown by Tomorrow, Casey Jones by the Grateful Dead, David Watts by The Kinks, Tracy Jacks by Blur, Peter Pumpkinhead by XTC – and this is my contribution to the genre. Wilson Brown we don’t know an awful lot about, except that he works out of town and keeps coming back. No-one really knows him, or knows why. In my imaginary England, there’s a Wilson Brown in every town. And there probably is.

A song a week #33 (Self Defence)

Posted 23 Aug 2011 — by Jonathan
Category 52songs, Assistant, Music, Weekly Song

Here is my 33rd weekly song of 2011, video once more courtesy of the marvellous Dan Corns. This one is deliberately a bit slighter and more light hearted than a few I’ve done. First one to include a lyric about my mum. Hi mum. And there’s a line inspired by the End of The Road festival, too, where I spent this weekend.

A song a week #32 (Waiting)

Posted 20 Aug 2011 — by Jonathan
Category 52songs, Assistant, Music, Weekly Song

Last week’s film-making activity has caused me to fall a bit behind with my weekly songs, but don’t worry, I shall catch up soon. Here’s song 32, recorded at the end of a very busy couple of weeks by Sam. It’s the first truly live song I’ve included in this project, and also the first song I’ve written using an open tuning. This gives me, as you’ll spot, the ability to keep playing and adjust my glasses, fiddle with my hair etc without losing my thread. Good stuff.

This one’s called ‘Waiting’.

A song a week #31 (Clean Up Song)

Posted 10 Aug 2011 — by Jonathan
Category 52songs, Assistant, Music, Weekly Song

Here’s this week’s song. It’s predictable in the circumstances. Regular readers may have noted that I don’t much go on about being a Londoner; I’ve lived in Brighton for so long now that it truly feels like home. My memories of growing up in North London are not in the least bit difficult, but I rarely experience a desire to be back there. I’ve not visited Barnet, or Enfield – where some of the worst riots took place – since 2002 or so. Every now and again I’m reminded where I’m from, and I feel a sudden, strong, longing emotion. I am a Londoner.

So impressed with the people who cleared up London after the disturbances – I wish I’d been there to help you. This video was cribbed from a lot of home videos uploaded to YouTube celebrating their efforts. I’m sorry I didn’t have time to make a video of my own clips – but the song is from my heart.

A song a week #30 (Ladbroke Grove)

Posted 05 Aug 2011 — by Jonathan
Category 52songs, Assistant, Music, Weekly Song

Another video courtesy of Dan, and a song which is up amongst my best I think – nice and spontaneous, badly recorded, and sort of truthful and sort of dreamed. This is the 30th song I’ve written this year. It’s about West London.

(G D Em D x2)
Well there’s seconds on the clock,
kissing in the dark,
and we stole our way home from Ladbroke Grove.

Your backbone and your slip,
I wrote letters across your hips
and I kissed them with vodka-marked lips

(C D G D x2)
But darling, we’ve done all this before.
But darling, we’ve done all this before.

(G D Em D x1)
And now that I see there is hope left for me
I drink it all down and I walk through the town

(C D Em Bm x1)
And I don’t mind, no I don’t mind, if it ends tonight, after all.

(C D G D x1)
(C D G x1)

But darling, we’ve done all this before.
But darling, we’ve done all this before.

A song a week #29 (Hold It Together)

Posted 27 Jul 2011 — by Jonathan
Category 52songs, Assistant, Music, Weekly Song

I was a bit disappointed I didn’t get the time to include more friends in this video. For this, my 29th weekly song, I wanted to try to include footage of all my friends in the chorus, with the centrepiece being Dan’s dramatic fall from the roof (yep, another cheery lyrical subject this week), but time was against me and I ran out of it – so there are some dear friends who didn’t make the cut, and for that I’m sorry. But here are some, jumpy and stuttering over a painting my father did for me a couple of years ago. So there are two themes here, my chums and the place I come from, and both in their way are vital to holding it, or the many manifestions of it, together.

Song 29. If you’re in the video, sorry I made you look like an idiot.

* I’ve just realised there’s another nice work of art in that video (and I don’t mean ME) – I’m stood in front of a print made by the brilliant Mark Gamble, whose work you can find here. I probably should have asked him permission, but I didn’t think. It’s just a nice print that I have in my house. But thanks, Mark, for your unknowing contribution. Hope you don’t hate the song.

currently listening

Posted 26 Jul 2011 — by Jonathan
Category Currently Listening

Somewhat untypically, I’ve listened to a fair bit of heavy metal this week. I think the last time I could say that truthfully was – and I’m not kidding – 1998, when I briefly became obsessed with AC/DC and Iron Maiden. The hideousness of Guns ‘n Roses put me off Metal for ever, and I’ve studiously avoided it ever since. I even at the height of my grunge phase refused to listen to Soundgarden because I considered them too metal.

The first sign of my softening in this respect came a few years ago when, on the way to the End of The Road festival, my friend Ant took perverse pleasure in playing Iron Maiden in the car. I remember thinking then – ooh, I kind of still like this, but I was soon at the festival and witnessed my first ever performance by The Wave Pictures. My ever so brief metal revival was forgotten.

‘Til this week. How great was that documentary on BBC4 – Heavy Metal Britannia? Very brilliant, is the answer, and while I stubbornly maintain that much heavy rock and metal (Led Zep, G’nR, Metallica, everything sung in a ridiculous growl post-Napalm Death) is unlistenable shit, I have to admit to having dug into Spotify and found plenty to admire in early Maiden, Judas Priest, the awesome Motorhead, and even the first couple of Slayer LPs.

It is, let’s face it, exciting music – even if it’s unintentionally hilarious half the time. A few clips. I’ll be back into folk music and 60s psych by the end of the weak, but this is a pleasingly loud diversion.

Iron Maiden

Judas Priest

Motorhead

AC/DC

One day we’ll mourn its passing

Posted 22 Jul 2011 — by Jonathan
Category Daft, Music

If you’re anything like me, you’ve spent the lions share of the week obsessing over #hackgate and reading endless articles about it in the press. And if so, you were probably as surprised as I was to discover that The News Of The World – far from being a detestable, lowest-common-demoninator rag – was a Great newspaper whose proud history will be remembered longer than the ignominy of its final passing. Interesting to learn.

Who knows, then, perhaps one day we’ll be witnessing the death of the Daily Express and saying the same thing. Pretty sure that no-one however, no matter how misguided, will mourn its culture section.

Earlier this year, the paper saw fit to dedicating a bit of space to a review of PJ Harvey’s latest LP, ‘Let England Shake’. Here’s the review in its entirety:

YOU might not be able to pick her out of a police line-up but there’s no lack of respect for English singer-songwriter PJ Harvey.

This album moves away from her usual sound but let’s just say it’s not our bag.

Verdict: 2/5

Hmm. Incidentally – Polly Harvey is in the running, but my pick for the Mercury Prize this year is the wonderful Ghostpoet, whose Peanut Butter Blues and Melancholy Jam is one of my favourite LPs of the year so far. Really hope he wins it.

A song a week #28 (Homesickness)

Posted 21 Jul 2011 — by Jonathan
Category 52songs, Assistant, Music, Weekly Song

Whooops; alright, so I nearly slipped this week. I am posting this on the 7th day of the allotted time period for this week, so I’m just about still on track.

Apologies for the dissonance here – I wrote this song recalling being homesick in Montreal a few years back, but cobbled together the video with footage from London Bridge. Hardly fitting stuff – but perhaps I can blag it by virtue of the song being about missing home. Let’s call London Bridge home for the time being, yes?

Here it is – week 28′s effort. Do comment, and do share. Ta.

A song a week #27 (Cider & Gin)

Posted 12 Jul 2011 — by Jonathan
Category 52songs, Assistant, Music, Weekly Song

Sorry this one is a few days late; completed on time, uploaded on time – embedded on my blog late. I’m an idiot. Week 27: this one is a bit of a lo-fi type thing; half improvised, as it turns out, which is why the bass goes so regularly and embarrasingly out of kilter with the guitar. The lyrics are about vague senses of loss and unreliable memories, as usual.

Please share with the Twitterverse, Google+, all that rot.

A song a week #26 (Two Of Us)

Posted 06 Jul 2011 — by Jonathan
Category 52songs, Assistant, Music, Weekly Song

Well, I’m half way there; this one is the 26th song of 2011. It’s freewheeling from hereoin in. This song started out a bit harder, trying to sound like Wire or mid-period Blur, but it ended up a it more relaxed and tuneful, as my songs generally do.

The video was shot in Portslade at the weekend, where to my shock and surprise there are horses. I didn’t have the finished vocal yet, so we filmed me singing the backing vocal. It makes the video quite hard to watch, actually, so it wasn’t an unequivocal triumph. It’s counter-intuitive to watch me sing words that are in the background not the foreground, and it actually makes it quite hard, I think, to hear the main vocal. But be interested to hear what others think of that? Anyway: week 26:

Hooray for Pulp

Posted 05 Jul 2011 — by Jonathan
Category Music

I went up to London to see Pulp on Sunday. It was a really lovely show – warm, enthusiastic, and devoutly received. I felt a little like a gatecrasher at a wedding; not because I don’t like Pulp – I do, very much – but because I was surrounded by so many people having emotional, nostalgic reactions, when I was simply enjoying a wonderful gig.

Pulp were never my favourite band. When their best record, ‘His N Hers’ was out – and deserving of my love – I obsessed over Suede, The Auteurs and Denim. And when ‘Common People’ caused the country to fall in love with the wonderful Jarvis Cocker, I was dividing my loyalties between my adored Blur and a bunch of noisy miscreants on the other side of the Atlantic. I remember the thin, matching jewel cases of ‘Do You Remember The First Time’, ‘Lipgloss’ and ‘The Sisters EP’ sat on my shelf, and I played them loads, but I definitely never bought a Pulp album. It’s possible that I have never actually heard one of their albums from beginning to end, although I think I must have heard their songs a million times at friends’ houses.

So I know, like, admire – even miss – Pulp, but watching them at Hyde Park was nothing like watching Blur two years before. Blur felt very different – a weird time, driven by emotional people trying their best to please each other, and utterly caught up in the moment. Their performances were raw, urgent, pleading, and tended to be played at double speed. The need to be liked seemed almost as strong as the need to like each other.

Conversely, Pulp were utterly comfortable with themselves and with their back catalogue, and able to play a completely unified set which (though it was a little short on older numbers) felt even and modest. Jarvis is, on reflection, just about the best front man since Morrissey, and he’s written some really wonderful songs. This show was a reunion in the simplest terms – a celebration of the band and a chance to play some of their greatest songs again.

In some ways, I enjoyed it a lot more than I did Blur. I think I had a knot in my stomach for that whole tour, looking nervously from Damon to Graham, wondering why they were playing such a conventional set of songs, wondering when things would fall apart. Things never did, unless you count Damon breaking down at Glasto or the weird food poisoning stuff just before their final show. But it was always a bit too emotional to be pure enjoyment.

Perhaps rabid Pulp fans, like my lovely friend, Anne-Sophie, sensed all sorts of conflicting emotions at this gig too. But to me it just seemed straightforward – one of the best British bands ever playing some magnificent songs to a hugely appreciative crowd.

Walking back, me and Alec mused how satisfying it had been. Neither of us craved new material consequently, or more dates – it was perfect in and of itself. It was, or felt to me, to be the perfect reunion – 20,000 people standing, smiling, in a field.

A song a week #25 (The Necklace)

Posted 27 Jun 2011 — by Jonathan
Category 52songs, Assistant, Music, Video, Weekly Song

Instead of just saying, here is my latest song, it’s about… I thought I’d use this week’s post to describe something, if I can, about my experience of writing lyrics. Specifically about the way that songwriting in this way is very different to any song writing I’ve done previously. I’m writing a song every single week of this year, and doing so, with all the time limitations that come with it, means adapting my technique according to circumstance. Previously, it would have been quite normal for me to occasionally get my phone, or a notebook, out, and jot down lyrics on the train, with the knowledge that, one Saturday in the future, I could sit down with my guitar and spend a few hours cycling through chords and looking for ways to hang the words on interesting melodies. In that scenario, there’s no urgency at all in the equation; you think through, abstractly, a few ideas, until the opportunity presents itself to do something with all that unguided preparation.

Having a deadline, naturally, changes everything. It’s unavoidably true that while, in the greater scheme of things, I regard lyrics as being unarguably more important than music, I can do less at the end of a week with a complete set of words and no tune at all than I can with a chord progression, a melody and no words to use. For that reason I sometimes idly fantasise about spending *next year* writing no music at all, and concentrating exclusively on writing words which I can come back to the year after. But this is planning gone mad. Either way, the fact remains, I’m now having to write chord progressions, bass lines and drum patterns on the train, and until Sunday afternoon, lyrics are forgotten. (Thank heavens for my iPad, which enables me to do this stuff – otherwise it’d be pretty impossible).

So I’ve had to approach words in a different way, and the whole song-writing process has changed as a result. For example, imagine that I had started off with the notion of writing a song about, say, being haunted by ghosts. Starting with the idea, it’s deeply unlikely I’d have opted for a bunch of cheerful major chords, and would instead have opted for eerie minor chords and a stilted, atmospheric rhythm. But writing the other way around, the scenario is reversed. I create something bouncy and optimistic sounding? There go lyrics about the First World War.

What happens more and more is a kind of free association, and it’s an oddly accurate way of working. I’ll record the bare bones of a song, with a few suggested melodies picked out on my guitar or in garageband, and from then on it’s the case of looping the recording and singing nonsense over the top, repeatedly, looking for harmonic clues that get me nearer to having a finished song. On almost every occasion, in doing so, I find a phrase that seems somehow apt, and it’s from there that the lyric springs. (Sometimes I leaf through a book of poetry while I’m searching for vocal melodies, so quite often the turn of phrase which sparks my imagination is not my own at all).

Anyway, this week’s song worked in the following way. I wrote the chord progression on the train between Kings Cross and St Neots on Wednesday, embellished it in the kitchen of my parents’ house in Cambridge on Thursday, added guitar at home in Brighton on Sunday morning, and worked out some lyrics that afternoon. The free association here came from finding something in the music which had that kind of mournful, country rock grief which centres on a failed relationship. There’s a wonderful lyric on the (terrific) Caitin Rose album which goes:

“remember the day that the whole thing started / and the little black box in the glove compartment”.

I found myself forming a mental picture of a couple sat in a restaurant, with the guy opening up a jewellery box to reveal… not a ring but a necklace. That was all really. But from that sudden image, summoned up through sheer free association, I present this:

Week 25 of 52; hope you like it.