Posts Tagged ‘birds’

A song a week for 2011: Song #3 (Tapping Stones)

Posted 21 Jan 2011 — by Jonathan
Category 52songs, Assistant, Drawings, Video

So, week three of my song writing project. For those late to the party, I’m writing a song a week this year and publishing them on my blog. You can find the previous vids here (week one: ‘Inertia‘, week two: ‘Overseas‘).

For this week’s song I should perhaps attribute Pete a co-writing credit, as I was working under commission – here’s the exchange that led to the song.

And here’s the song itself. The video was crowdsourced over Twitter so I must acknowledge that there are 40 odd wonderful drawings in this which are the work of others – I was really touched by their collective goodwill and willingness to help. The song itself was written at my parents’ house in Cambridge and recorded on iPad and iMac, using the customary spread of programs (check the youtube page for info).

Here’s the song – hope you like it, especially if you contributed a drawing. Credits after the jump.

There are so many people I have to thank for supplying contributions to this: my dad; my friends Laura, Sam, Anne-Sophie, Dan, Lyndsey, Siobhan, Ali, Iain and Ellie, and the many other people who, mainly through Twitter, sent me a drawing; Antony Harding, Adam Buxton, Anika Mottershaw, Rachael Smith, Mark Burgess, Mike Phillips, @ktmatey, David Gregson, Lee Garland, @macdog73, Richard Connell, Elaine Sheehan, James Hood, Edward Bear, Bob Wolf, Missy G, Carlos Garde Martin, James Cawkwell, Rin Räuber, Jo Jarrett, Hammo, Wayne Johannsen, Huw Barrett, Meg Jones, Dan (Hero of Switzerland), David Chamberlain, Adrian Barber, Jennie Maizels, Laura Solé Albors, David Ashley, @caitabee and Stacy Jacks. One or two others, for reasons of file quality, I had to exclude, I’m afraid – really sorry. But thanks for your effort.

Others helped, meanwhile, by sharing the link and encouraging others – particularly Darren Hayman and Graham Linehan, who marshalled their followers to help. Thanks so much to you and to everyone else.

Lastly – I’m so happy that Adam Buxton contributed. Thanks Adam. And I got Ant from Hefner to draw me a stonechat; what right-thinking indie kid wouldn’t like to be able to say that?

Tapping Stones by jonathanshipley

birthday fun

Posted 06 Oct 2008 — by Jonathan
Category Books, Observations

- It’s two o’clock in the morning the day after my birthday, and I am standing in Dan’s bedroom with my arms flailing around. To my right, Dan is doing the same. Victoria stands opposite, and she is bent double with laughter. Eva is shouting “Now!” at me. At that moment an inflatable globe hits from me, as if from nowhere, square in the face. The room flashes repeatedly from dark to light.

- My birthday is passed now, and my hangover fully faded, so I can look back objectively on another really pleasant anniversary spent in the company of my friends. On Friday I went for a quick drink with AS and Rich, which was ace, and met up with Dan, Morgan and Ant too before I dashed out for dinner with Siobhan, and then on Saturday night pretty much my whole group of friends accompanied me out to the Crescent for a night of drinking and cheering – and lots of lovely and extremely well-chosen present-giving, too.

- Lots of bird-related presents this year, which is wonderful. I appear to be fast developing a reputation as the bird-man of Brighton, although I think it vital that I point out that my love of my feathered friends is primarily aesthetic and cultural rather than ornithological; but Ant hit the nail on the head exactly with his present, Graeme Gibson’s ‘The Bedside Book Of Birds’, which is the most beautiful anthology of poems, stories and illustrations pertaining to the amazing little animals. That may sound boring to some, but it’s not, so anyone with an interest should scurry to the bookshop in search of a copy immediately. Elsewhere, I got a host of amazing pressies, including wonderful books from AS, Vic and Andrew and a CD from Dan which I’ve been listening to all evening; ‘Nigeria Rock Special’, which is a bewildering and brilliant compilation of psychedelic afro-rock and jazz-funk from 1970s Nigeria. Ace.

- At the end of the night we raided the late-night shops for cheap beer and repaired to Dan’s; from which point on I only remember so much – fetching Ant a glass of water when he’d drunk too much, Ant throwing a tube of pringles at me, dancing to Blur with Ant in Dan’s room. And lots of other cool things which didn’t involve being drunk with Ant.

- And now we discover the strobe lights. Dan bought them for a party, so we position one at either end of the room, turn the effect to slow and switch off the lights. What remains is just a series of stills; four or five of us throwing a ball around and watching it shudder across the room, one moment visible and the next obscured. Perhaps three times out of ten someone will catch it. We holler and whoop and laugh, and miss again. I don’t mind getting older one bit.