Tuesday 30 November 2010

Greg Genre – Nondualism, Anti-Consumerism and Artistic Responsibility

Intro

A few years ago I came up with the composer/performer name of Greg Genre and i have been performing under that name ever since.  More recently having looked at the etymology of both Greg and Genre and i have realised both terms refer to both my compositional technique and to the essence of how i view myself as a human being.   Greg comes from the ancient Greek Gregorius meaning ‘Watchful’ and ‘Alert’ and in Folk Etymology the name became associated with the Latin Grex meaning To ‘Flock’ or ‘herd’ .  The name Gregorius also later became the word Gregarious meaning ‘Sociable’, or ‘Liking The Company Of Other People’.  Genre comes from the French meaning type or kind or latin Genus meaning race or stock. 

Hence Greg Genre refers to how I flock or herd a number of different kinds of music and also to my sociable nature as I enjoy the company of many different types of people, independent of age, gender of ethnicity.


For me composing and performing music then is a process of self-definition and self-creation, although I am aware that the music I play and how I act and behave as a person results from all of the people I have met, music i have heard, experiences i have collected, and in this sense the music i play before you today should be understood as ‘our’ music rather than ‘mine’, I understand that the process works both ways in that the music that i perform can also affect and influence the lives of others and the world around me.  As musicians we are all responsible in our own way for shaping and defining not only how we are understood and perceived but also for shaping how music itself is defined and perceived and as a result we all have a hand in shaping the larger culture. Musical composition and performance empowers me to address my own repressed emotion, allows me to voice my concerns about the world around me and as a result music encourages me to take a more active role in contributing to the larger communities of which i am a part.  Through my music i Hope to encourage and empower other people to creatively express, to get out the social boxes, the biggest being the fear of what other people think of you, which results from the other smaller boxes which bring with them various normal protocols and behaviours, which may limit your ability to express who you are. 

Non-Dualism

A couple of weeks back I announced how I am particularly fond of artists such Genki Sudo who use art as a means of spreading messages of Universal Peace.  After receiving some feedback
I realised that my statements were largely ambiguous in regards to what I meant by Genki Sudo’s ‘We Are All One’ statement and also what I meant in terms how much allows me feel a greater sense of connection to everyone and everything.   Sudo’s statement has both scientific and spiritual significance for me. 


Firstly from a purely this world is all there is scientific standpoint such a message communicates how we are all in turn responsible for the world in which we live and the message also highlights how there is an interdependence between things within nature.  As one of my favourite Hip Hop musicians KRS ONE has asserted in his book The Gospel Of Hip Hop:

Realise that everyone is a role model because every object in Nature affects every other object in Nature.  Every object and/or event in Nature appears to the human mind as a symbol-everything means something to us.  As an object in Nature you are a symbol to other people as to what reality is and what is even possible.  To assume, that you are not a role model is to deny your own influence upon Nature and upon other people.  Such an assumption confines you to your own limited thinking.  (KRS ONE 2009, pp.699-700)

As a performer of music there is in some way a heightened degree of responsibility in that on stage, musicians have a privileged chance to communicate a message to an often passive audience.  Whether this message is consciously or unconsciously manifested the stage provides the performer of music with a heightened chance to influence. 
Secondly on a spiritual level I do believe that there is some infinite force at play beyond the five sense plain which connects all (I like KRS Ones definition as the Love that Guides Our Direction).  Whether these beliefs have any validity for you or not is in some way unimportant.  How these beliefs affect how I approach and live out my life do.  Although my beliefs don’t necessarily prescribe to a singular, named religion and as my beliefs are influenced by innumerable sources, some important elements of what I believe relate to Vedanta, a branch of Hindu Philosophy.  One of the most widely known exponents of Vedanta, Swami Vivekananda, sums ups the philosophy in saying: 

The whole universe is one existence.  There cannot be anything else.  Out of diversities we are all going towards this universal existence.  Families into tribes, tribes into races, races into nations, nations into humanity-how many wills going to the One!  It is all knowledge, all science the realization of this unity’ (Vivekananda The Complete Works Of Vol.8 p.138)

Essentially Vedanta philosophy proposes A Non-dualistic reality in which the part is in the whole and the whole is in the part.  The aim of all life from such a perspective is to realise the oneness of all.  Through Vedanta then-or through the acquirement of such a knowledge that all is one- an individual realises also that what he or she was searching for in life (happiness, contentment, peace, bliss etc.) is already within and no longer without.    
As a performing musician I of course would love for people to take pleasure from the aesthetics of my music, but my lyrical content more recently has been more focused on making the listener aware that it is the beauty within themselves that allows the music to be beautiful not necessarily the beauty of what I am playing.

Danielle Parziani, in a presentation last year, discussed the search for and the possibility of an objective music.  I would argue that the objectivity is to be found within not without.  Everything is a question of perception.  Your perception comes from the thoughts you habitually think and the beliefs and views that you hold.   The more that one looks outside for beauty, fulfilment, enjoyment and happiness the more external protocols that need to be met in order for beauty, fulfilment, enjoyment happiness to be realised. 

Consumerism   

In a lot of my songs I critique the consumer society in which we live and the model of cyclical consumption on which our economic system depends.   In Consumer society an increasing consumption of goods is economically beneficial as the more goods that are produced, sold and consumed the more the economic growth.



Refer to the diagram above which shows cyclical consumption at work.  As you can see The Employer or company and the employees of a particular company are completely dependent on the process of consumer purchasing for wages and profit.  If less people began to purchase and consume the products or services provided by the company than the companies profits would decrease and they may have to lay off some of there employees, this obviously has negative results for the economy as a whole.

As economic growth is constantly needed to maintain the system it is beneficial to have a populace who rely on the purchasing of more and more commodities to provide well-being and happiness and who believe that the more they have, or the more that they consume the better that their lives will be.  This means that people must be encouraged to look outside of themselves for a source of fulfilment and enrichment in their lives.  On the other hand this means that those are content with what they have and those who look within themselves for fulfilment and identity are actually detrimental to the economic system. 

Of course, I cannot claim to be performing purely anti-consumerist music as the music that I compose follows a lot of the protocols associated with consumerism.  I compose mainly in the western standard tuning, I write in a verse chorus popular song structure and I often release my music as the neatly packaged e.p.  I also compose various styles of instrumentals which i sometimes sell for film and TV. 
Of course you could argue that such irony and contradiction within my musical approach nullifies the messages found in my lyrical content .

For example how can i claim to preach anti-consumer messages yet still sell CDs or perform in pay per entry venues?  But to be honest I see composing and performing as I do not as much as an anti-consumerist statement but instead as being anti-catalystic (in apposition to the theory that an external catalyst is necessary)

The best example I can give to demonstrate my theory is a real life event which I witnessed last week.  I saw a couple of kids jumping in and out of puddles with massive smiles on there faces.  There mother told them off and pulled them over to the side.  She then walked them over to Fenwick’s window and pointed up at Santa Claus holding a bag full or goodies in his right hand.

Through the process of ‘growing up’ these kids will learn that as adults there is no enjoyment to be had jumping in and out of puddles.  They must for wait for multiple branches of criteria to be met before fun can be contemplated. 

Has the whistle blown yet? Has the match kicked off yet? Have the band started playing yet? Do the shops have a sale on?  Is it you Birthday? Do you have a reason to celebrate your existence? Is it Christmas? 

I can’t admire the dead, the lifeless statues in Fenwick’s because the beauty is in the child and not the window. 



Peace and love and more to come!

Friday 26 November 2010

Performance at Student Occupation Newcastle University

I would like to thank those who invited me to perform at the Student Occupation at Newcastle University last night.  It was great to hear from a group of committed and passionate young people, all eager to speak out against the rising tuition fees.

Although the protests and occupations are directed at the singular issue of rising student fees I feel it is important to emphasise how this issue relates to the wider economic inequalities that perpetuate in our economic system.  The Lib-Dem, Conservative Coalition may be to blame for the proposal of this legislation but in reality they are merely attempting to insert minuscule plugs into a steadily sinking ship.  If Labour were still in it wouldn't surprise me if they went down the same route, for me it is not a party political issue.

None of the mainstream political parties focus on the route cause of most of the inequalities in society.  This root cause is the Fractional Reserve Banking system and the debt driven economic system governed by the IMF.  In the current 'Economic Crisis' it is Economic growth that is sought, human need comes secondary to profit.

I would highly recommend reading 'The Mystery Of Banking' by Murray Rothbard, which gives a clear and concise explanation of the insanities of our monetary system.  You can read online for free at http://mises.org/books/mysteryofbanking.pdf



Also to follow the progress of the Newcastle University Occupation visit the Newcastle Free Education Network at http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=197371391630

Newcastle Free Education Network

Peace

Wednesday 24 November 2010

Platform2 'I Am The Change' Poetry Book Launch

Below is a piece I wrote to perform at the launch of the Platform 2 'I Am The Change' Poertry Book launch.   Poetry on the theme of Global injustice.  The collection brought together the works of various young people who travelled to developing countries with the Platform2 volunteering program.  


To find more about the Platform 2 program go to : http://www.myplatform2.com/



The Root Cause


I used to blame other people for my own mistakes

Used to sit around and wait until it became too late
Its so easy to laze to procrastinate
Its difficult to change and create your own fate

But its never too late to shape ur own life
I get up early every morning , give thanks for being alive
According to evolution only strong survive
So if at first you don’t succeed you’ve gotta try try try

To be all you can be
There’s infinite possibility
What you believe governs exactly what your going to see
And what you believe determines what you receive in return. 

Because Nature works on a basic set of Algorithms,
The more you input for others the more altruism
You receive in return and the more you learn about
The interconnectivity of all

Gotta find the root cause, the root cause, the root cause, look at the root. 
Gotta find the root cause, the root cause, the root cause, look at the root.

In our present system we rely on short term solutions
profit takes priority in the codes of institutions
Every disease is appeased by looking at straight the symptoms
Pills and potions that result side-affect conditions. 

But I’ve decided to prescribe myself a lasting fix
With no harmful side-effects only benefits
the medicine of meditation is a lasting kind
Becoming a silent witness of my own mind

So I can remove my pet lip, sip on the h20 flow
Alcoholic kicks are unnecessary for those
Whose happiness needs no quick catalyst to assist

hearing the internal rhythm I go aka at a party
Dance with so much energy i nearly leap out of my body
Feeling so hearty want to introduce myself to myself. 

Gotta find the root cause, the root cause, the root cause, look at the root.
Gotta find the root cause, the root cause, the root cause, look at the root.

  

Monday 22 November 2010

Edit...

I bang out a creation
and then store it in my filing system
a copy is saved on my laptop
backed up on my usb stick
lastly printed and archived in my memories box in the loft

I enter it into a competion
'Poems on Politics' in the paper
I edit it to hit the word count
tailor it to fit my previous works
shape it into the times roman font, into size 12 colour black

I win the competition and im invited to perform it
at an event at the local library
I read it aloud in my local dialect
cover key words and popular political topics
it soon become part of my repertoire

I then construct a dozen simliar poems
and a number of publishers show a vested interest
I choose the most widely known publisher
so that I can reach the most ammount of people
my book sells in the thousands and is nominated as
the 'best poetry collection of the year'

I peform the collection all over the country
do a number of radio appearances a couple of TV shows
people come up to me in the street and greet me
as if Im part of their family
and my newly found celebrity resulted in a spot on the
royal variety performance.

In a hundered years time students will still study my syntax
they will be forced to relate my ryhtmms to the zeitgiest of the times
my use of ryhme will be understood as representitive of
the repetivity and banality of the 'information age'

All the while the students will be ignorant of my admissions:
the filing system emptied
the laptop outdated and bugged
the only copy left in the memories box in the loft.
decaying, forgot.

As the creation itself intended?

Tuesday 16 November 2010

Genki Sudo - We Are All One

Just want to mention an artist who has been particularly inspirational to me in the last year or so, the multi-talented Genki Sudo.  Although I am a huge admirer of the music that he produces and also his highly creative ring entrances I particularly fond of how he couples his art with messages of Universal peace and unity. 

Below is a clip from a documentary interview.  Skip to 5mins10 to hear Genki Sudo discussing the concept of 'We Are All One'

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4aiFLiDPqU0

Tuesday 9 November 2010

Simple Is Strong - Lyrics

Check out the youtube video at http://www.youtube.com/greggenre#p/u/15/Apa4tBYOSrg


Simple Is Strong:


Some aren’t content with a whole fortune, my mother she’s content when she’s stirring a spoon
In my mug of tea, constructing the layers of me, milk and one sugar please it’s all I need to, escape from the habits of greed, cos there’s people on the streets without enough to eat
riddled by all these complexities, living with endless luxuries
You don’t have to give a thought to the repercussions, or the benefits for others, cos we all live and die by that same covenant, worship the god of profit and you’ll prosper, I’ll buy you girl can I make you an offer?
A thousand pearls for your soul
So I can take control and pigeon-hole
take control of your soul
I’ll upload all of your wants and desires
turn you into a product that you could buy or hire, advertise yourself on billboards, all over flyers
distribute them to the latest buyer
Cos everything must be given
A price in accordance with its surface image, so invest in me, I’m sure you can envisage, the potential of this profit pie

Simple is Strong, as life around you carries on.  You try and gain more of those possessions
Simple is Strong, it seems to me
the less we have the more that we belong

And a bee is a bee, who we trying to be?
Its like humanity is turning into a new species, advanced technologies, complex ideologies, evolving, without solving, the world’s problems that won’t be solved if, we consume without a care
leaving the Earth in a state of disrepair
Take take take more than your fair share, Cos the worlds getting smaller, yet the gap still grows between them and those, who have too much control
and them with spiralling debts and loans
Have to work endless hours just to pay for a home, and when you finally find some time of your own, you’re too tired to express, putting on a front of happiness, worrying about the next day of work and stress
And who are we trying to impress?
strolling down the high streets with fashionable finesse
don’t you know the possessor can become the possessed?
don’t you know the interested can become the obsessed?
When your over-dependent on the next
short stimulus of the senses, its time to take stock
stop the pretending,
Reflect on the peace in your heart never ending,
never ending, never ending

Simple is Strong, as life around you carries on
You try and gain more of those possessions
Simple is Strong, it seems to me
the less we have the more that we belong
it seems to me
the less we have the more that we belong
it seems to me
the less we have the more that we belong...



Thursday 14 October 2010

Off The Page...

Ive got too many words to say
I stutter fall of the page
Because who i am cant be defined in hours or days
youve gotta spend a whole millennia to figure my out
Cos im still discovering myself and what im all about
I’m morphing, transforming changing in front of your face
Shapeshifting, My home is neither in that or this place
Cos on the molecular level most of me is empty space.
The music i produce is merely a starter, hes a brief taste. 
And well you think what your observing of me is physical matter
But im not solid, im moving, constantly improving and grooving
The Waves of vibrational change are so soothing
Listen to your heart and hear all of the music
That surrounds us all around, and resounds in every sound
Bring the out of tune into a tune and the out of bounds into bounds
Figuring more strength lies in discovering the oneness of all
Then attempting to separate myself like a robotic entity waiting for a beck and call.   

Tuesday 5 October 2010

Producer's Block

As a composer I am rather fortunate in that I never seem to suffer from the dreaded ‘writer’s block’.  I come up with innumerable ideas, almost one every day and record them quickly, usually on the wee microphone built into my mp3 player.  I then scribble down some chords and lyrics save the file into my ideas folder and then come back to the idea to develop into a ‘finished’ song. 

As lucky as I am in this department (although I believe that the luck you get simply depends on the habits you practice) I suffer from a much subtler form of artistic syndrome, one which has been rarely diagnosed and treated.  Over the last year or so I have struggled with what has recently been labelled ‘producer’s block’.  The symptoms of my own version of the condition include an obsession with the quality of my recordings, a fixation on the squeaky clean final product.  By quality here I am referring to the quality production standard set by the mainstream music industry.  Lately I have became acutely aware that my own process of recording and production has been largely painful and unenjoyable because of how I have attempted to sculpt the sounds to fit the currently industry standards.  Such concerns have resulted in huge chunks of time in which I have written dozens of songs, yet most of them remain unrecorded. 

Recently I have been inspired musically by two people who have alternate approaches to the production process.  Firstly I have developed a great appreciation for the music of my uncle, who composes simple minute long pieces with vocal only.  I go round every so often and record him on my mp3 player microphone.  The crackling and hissing of the audio quality would put most people off listening to my uncle’s music but I listen to the tunes I recorded over and over again. 

Secondly Mark Self has shared his own production techniques with me over the last year or so and they have been highly motivating.  He improvises compositions with guitar and voice, quickly mixes them and puts them online almost right away.  I have spent many hours listening to one album of his in particularly which he recorded with the band DASM.  They composed and recorded the whole album of material in a day.

Artists like my uncle and Mark should be applauded for releasing raw music which refuses to confine itself to the guidelines set by the record industry.  I have a number of friends who in my eyes are talented musicians but who never record and release material because they feel like their music isn’t up-to-standard.  Like Lauryn Hill said in her MTV unplugged album ‘We Compare ourselves amongst ourselves, and that’s not the standard, you already are the standard.  What are you trying to fit into a standard for?’  We certainly live in a surface driven society in which first impressions are everything, yet my uncle and Mark remind us that without looking beyond the surface there is a lot of sustenance  to be missed. A lot of people would switch off as soon they heard any music that strayed slightly out of tune or off-beat.  I want to record music now for those listeners who can hear past the hisses and distortions, who can persevere to realise the beauty of the hidden. 

Last week I got hold of a portable hard-drive recorder, which I hope to take everywhere with me.  I want now to record as much as I can, release as much as I can.  If I can allow myself to accept my own mistakes and imperfections. 
I am busy recording some songs with my uncle which will soon be available at http://greggenre.bandcamp.com.  To listen to some of Mark Self’s recent recordings go to:  http://soundcloud.com/jamesdaylight

Peace

Sunday 19 September 2010

The Green Field

The Green Field


He was left back I was right back,
on opposite sides of The Green Field,
we defended the same attacks.
Not only from the pace of wingers,
but from the peer-pressure of the game.

Most days we controlled the ball, letting nothing inside the guard.
But sometimes I would dread those early Sundays, the macho ways,
and the ball would drift beyond my control, as puberty froze me
like an unknown breath behind me.

And as he began to lead, with such vitality,
he played for the joys of pain and injury.
I remember playing for the same bruises and muddy results,
only on the day my granddad died.

And there was some great difference between him, and me:
him with focus, me with a wondering interest
in other games off The Green Field.

He however, remained focused on one interest.
He’d turn flip back pages, skipping the rest.
He’d check results religiously.
His manly passions were as same as the next.
This was not for me.

I remember seeing his poor father
attempting to pass on these ceremonial ways,
whilst his child sat in the stands playing on a Gameboy.
His still soon learnt the ways of secularity. 

I saw him yesterday on a corner,
Saying hello to the cigarette that scorched him, I smiled at him
but he didn’t reply.

He just stared at the ground as if there was nothing to do but stand on street corners.
Looking as his father did, unknowingly scorned by animalisms.


Tuesday 14 September 2010

Modern Art poem

Here is a poem of mine entitled Modern Art which was published in the first issue of Hum-Drum magazine.  You can check out issues of the magazine at http://www.hum-drum.com or http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=4549172459&v=wall


Modern Art

The glistening knives, spatulas and spoons,
Beneath the murky waters of the sink,
Hold their own like the stones
Thrown throughout my youth.

They hold their own, decaying knowingly,
Shining noticeably still after all these years.
Supplying empty mouths with food,
Before returning to the drawer.

And as they distract me from my chores,
I imagine the many occasions they’ve witnessed.
The celebratory birthdays and family around table,
When five seats were warmed,
Five sets of you prepared.
(Though mine were always held
The wrong way round).

And my moreish uncle became a member
Of the clean plate society,
Can you help me return to the same security?
Can you hold this digital image of
Youth on my retina?
Before it has all collapsed!

The decaying of the old table,
Into smaller separate ones.
Or the meals on laps,
Each with plate and cutlery, separate worries.
Beginning the dips in conversation,
The TV buzzing...

The glistening knives, spatulas and spoons,
Beneath the murky waters of the sink,
Hold their own like the stones
Thrown throughout my youth.

Sunday 12 September 2010

A Few Poems...

Here are a few poems which i recently rediscovered under my bed.  They were published in TADEEB magazine back in 2008.  You can view TADEEB publications online at http://www.tadeeb.com/  Enjoy:


‘The need’

Would it have made a difference?
If the implement I reached was not black but blue.
To sum up your beauty through words,
and jump-start ‘the need’ to continue.

All those miniscule moments,
that keep us in contact,
as if our love being special, betters all that has past.
We kissed eyes open, then collapsed,
‘The need’ to bring it back.

And sum up why these things,
make me alive.
Through a truth unlike the other poems.
Written for ego reasons to impress,
to show off my intellect.

But for now, the zenith of your beauty cannot be peaked.
For now, I can’t write like Brooke or Tennyson.

Although I’ll adamantly try, with this line and that line
                                                                                      
Because I love you,
and I’m scared it won’t be enough,
                                                                                                      
Never enough… 

Computer Games


It seems my generation abuse few words,
button-clicking through days,
exchanging love letters for emails,
joining best friends through wires,
triggering them all to dead.

But this daily death match was my life.
I managed to cope in the time-trials,
spending hours perfecting my racing lines
to a pixelated goal.

And since I’ve failed to match such achievement,
in a pubbing or clubbing environment,
in this real world where another race seems to matter,
being the fastest pint-downer or comedic one-liner.

Those friends and me were left at the bend,
discussing next-gen’s possibilities,
talking up the future we can comprehend,
like Orwell predicting next year’s men.

And on this double bed, as minute as a single polygon,
I lie doing the same.
Existing in an outdated disc, with friends passing by.
Here I can naturally and robotically function,
but in the real world I die…

Polling Station

There were no voters my age,
leaving the grey-haired heroes to tick recurrently.
With the same pen they’d grew up with.

They placed ticks instantly, without contemplation
though through glasses party names blur into one.
Then dropped the slips eagerly into the box,
folding ten times, pretending secrecy. 

But it’s ‘outside the box’ where secrets are held,
I could never guess the beliefs of my friends,
I don’t know the truth behind war,
I don’t know why the prisons are full

But I say ‘burn’ to them all,
bring back capital punishment.
Though my freedoms are slowly eroding
under the mask of the tabloid media.

As I know where Beckham shops for clothes,
yet I don’t know the latest passed laws.
Have they changed the one when an intruder enters your home?
Or can you still only use reasonable force?

And what the hell happened to chicken flu?
Are you, controlling the switch of global panic through exaggeration?
Are you working to scaremonger us all through terrorism?
Take responsibility for the terrorists right here in Britain,
the white scum on the streets with no beliefs.
It is them, who wind up the county’s minorities,
it was them who bullied me into believing the world is rotting, more each day.

And you ask why nationalism is steadily growing
into its own illegal immigrant minority?
Turning our flag to the cross of crucifixion,
to the red cross of football hooliganism.

And it’s my generation; they’ll attribute this downfall.
Where are they now as the votes are counted?
They could have reversed it all for good, 
a sweet revolution.

Maybe they’ve used the postal vote. 




MORE POETRY SOON...


Saturday 11 September 2010

BBC Any Questions a Childish Pantomime


BBC 4 Be Entertained or Avertained
I was pretty excited last week to hear that I managed to get two free tickets for BBC Radio 4's program Any Questions 27/8/2010.   I was sure that the radio 4 version would have more in depth discussion on important political issues than the TV version Question Time whose content I feel it largely diluted to fit the fast-paced TV format.  

Before the show was due to air in The Assembly Rooms in Newcastle a BBC representative came out to get the crowd 'warmed up'.  For his first warm up he read out a number of small political comments and asked the audience to respond in agreement or disagreement.   He read 'I am happy with the current direction of the coalition government', A load of boos echoed across the hall.   He then stated 'The North East of England is the best place to live in the country'  of course a cacophony of cheers followed immediately.

Although I can understand that the microphones and sound levels may need to have been checked before the start of the show, warming up the crowd in this manner reminded me of being in the crowd for Stars In The Eyes and A Question Of Sport when I was younger.  Should a political 'debate' show follow the same guidelines of these entertainment shows? Although there were no signs held up saying 'cheer now' or 'silence please' the BBC's pre-show prompts established a pantomime like atmosphere in the hall.  

When the show finally began I looked forward to a wide range of questions relating to serious political policy all of which the panel 'had no sight of before the show'.  As the show progressed, however, the questions became increasingly childish in nature and none of the 8 questions that were asked strayed from the popular tabloid issues of the week.  The pick of the bunch was one question selected by a lady who asked 'what politician, public figure or policy would you put in the wheelie bin?' referring to the national reports of a lady who put a cat in a wheelie bin earlier in the week.  All of the panel members answered the England Team or The FA, 7minutes of the 48minute show was then taken up by football discussion.  Then this question was followed by a man who asked if the panel had a Twitter page?  A further 5 minutes of the show was taken up having a laugh and joke about how some of the panel were too old and clumsy to use computers.   

There were some juicier questions asked such as questions on the future of the NHS, the public or private health care debate and also another question relating to the Coalitions planned cuts in all areas.  However I focus on the Twitter and Wheelie Bin questions because these questions were clearly chosen to provide some light hearted relief from the rest of the show.  Although I’m not saying that humour has no place on debate shows it really shows the state of our 24hr entertainment society that even the longest running BBC Radio 4 talk show aimed at the well-educated minds has to dumb down its content to ensure that no one is upset and that every has a jolly good time listening to it.

If it was entertainment I was looking for I would have been much better off going to the Theatre Royal to see the latest production of Aladdin.

Thursday 26 August 2010

Why Box Box Box? NUMBER1







Boxes sum up how we attempt to compartmentalise and arrange the world around us.. Boxes are everywhere,  commodities are bought and sold in boxes, you go for a job and you fill out some forms and tick the boxes that say who you are, your facebook and myspace profiles are neatly arranged in boxes, you go to the polling stations and tick the box of what party you want to vote for then you place the slip in the box,  Houses are fenced all around and boxed off from the rest of the world.  Boxes act in this song then as a metaphor for separation, how we define who we are as certain categories and classifications. 
Composing and performing music allows me to get in touch again with what i call the unboxed self, although i am composing in particular genres and in the popular song mode and i purposely self-reference how the music is in itself in its own box in the song, composing and performing music allows me to play with and thus challenge my own box concept.     

great illusion of life...

A Lovely Quote from my friend Dale:

'the great illusion of life is for it to seem as realistic as possible, almost infinitly so.
this way we all buy into the illusion.  That being the point of illusion after all.
Perhaps it is beautiful that so many are enthralled by such an illusion, what a wonderful life.
But either way it is nice to take a step back once and a while,
to appreciate the ever more beautiful canvas to which it is painted.

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Tuesday 24 August 2010

The Beautiful Machine

Newcastle based synth-pop duo The Beautiful Machine are described on their MySpace page as: ‘A band who make unashamedly accessible, pop music reminiscent of the decade of decadence, when the walkman reined and there was no such thing as society’.
I met up with singer and lyricist Quey Craddock to discuss this description further and also her approach to songwriting.   After sipping some coffee our conversation began to focus on the differences in music distribution and reception between the late 80’s walkman generation and the present day mp3 generation.  This discussion was promoted when I began asking whether The Beautiful Machine composed and performed ‘80’s sounding’ music for purely nostalgic reasons or whether Quey felt that the band were somehow critiquing the current popular music scene.   

Quey replied that for her something had definitely been lost in the transition from walkman to mp3 although at first she couldn’t quite place her fingers on what.  She began to describe how certain bands would appeal, not only through their musicality but also through the presentation of their Cassette Albums, the album art, and the printed lyric sheets.  Quey reminded me of when I was teenager, when I would receive one CD album every Christmas and listen to it over and over again until it became too scratched to play.  As my own reception of music shifted from CD to MP3 for me the biggest transition was the shift from the physical to the intangible, the intimate to the distant.  Maybe Quey found it difficult to place a finger on what had been lost because it could be argued that it is the sense of touch itself that has been removed from the digital music product.   

Prince shared his concerns with these recent changes in music distribution with the release of his latest album 20Ten.  He chose to give away a CD version away with The Daily Mirror newspaper and decided to block digital distribution websites from selling his music on the internet.  He stated that “The Internet is completely over. I don’t see why I should give my new music to iTunes or anyone else. They won’t pay me an advance for it and then they get angry when they can’t get it.”  Although Prince’s melodramatic comments could be viewed as a mere publicity stunt the above quotation also exemplifies a musician who is attempting to re-establish a sense of control over the output of his material.  At first I viewed Prince’s remarks as overly extreme, especially as he failed to mention how The Internet has benefited so many musicians who haven’t been fortunate enough to find major label backing.  His CD only release of 20Ten could also be viewed as an attempt to re-establish an intimacy with his fans via a physical rather than a digital format release. 

Quey told me how playing 80’s sounding music in 2010 was in some way a similar attempt to reconnect with childhood times in which she felt a stronger emotional union with bands.  She told me of how she would record her favourite bands on Top Of The Pops and watch the same video clips over and over again. 

In The Beautiful Machine she is accompanied by multi-instrumentalist Guy Mankowski who encapsulates the Newmanesque sound of Quey’s youth with punchy analogue synths and fast paced bass lines.  Quey’s vocals add catchiness and quirkiness to the popular sound, her lyrics often musing over the fast paced nature of 21st century life.  In The song ‘Loneliness of the long distance commuter’ her words bring to mind a train carriage packed with anonymous passengers all busy on laptops and iPods.  A whole world of wireless entertainment at their fingertips yet they all feel very much alone.   


                          (The Beautiful Machine Left to Right, Quey Craddock, Guy Mankowski)


As we continued chatting Quey told me of a strange incident in which a workman came to fit a new cooker in her flat.  They shared a few words of small talk and then he left.  The next day Quey went online to find that the man had friend requested her on Facebook. The story that she told me summed up how the internet has made it possible to access endless amounts of information, people and music at the touch of a button but that in some ways it has promoted a greater deal of consumption for consumptions sake.  The workman would never have dared send a letter to Quey’s address asking for them to become friends.  Even if they passed in the street they more than likely only share a passing Hello before going off into separate directions.  Yet on the internet this random man wanted to add Quey as a means of increasing his friend count, to showcase an illusionary popularity.  The Internet has made Huxley’s Brave New World possible.  It is a hyperreal space in which ‘Everyone belongs to everyone else’.  

When one views the World Wide Web from this perspective it is easy to understand Prince’s CD only release.      
When I first read The Beautiful Machines description of their music on MySpace I thought i might criticise their decision to make such unashamedly 80’s music.   My discussion with Quey however, reminded me that bands like The Beautiful Machine play an important role in the present day music community.  They remind the listener of times in which the walkman reined.  When a change of track didn’t result instantaneously via the click of a mouse but instead after a tedious process of fast-forward and rewind. 


Have a listen to their songs at: http://www.myspace.com/thebeautifulmachinemusic


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