Talking of getting round to things:

naked

This is a piece I conceived at least 10 years ago as far as I can tell. The idea was for a piece to be played in an empty night club – for a long forgotten competition or something. At the time I wrote the text and messed around a little with the sound but as is the way never completed anything.

The poem (you can see the text on the poems page) was inspired by the paintings of Lucien Freud. The piece fits a category of things I am interested in which is work that sets out to deliberately make things hard for the observer and a general unhappiness with the way poems get set to music. Play it as loud as humanely possible.

Constructed in Logic (which I am coming to love. Once again Apple do things right). The mains hum sample is snipped from this sample found on the wonderful freesound. The crackles are all the Attack drum synth. The voice is me and the vague melody is the Sculpture synth that comes with Logic.

As I have started making music again I find myself turning to old unfinished projects. One of these is the album I was working on – as far back as 2000 – which still sits in my mind mostly unrecorded. I find myself having started work on it again. The tracks I had recorded I have been rerecording and I have started work on as yet unrecorded material as well. While doing this I was searching out one or two of the texts I wrote originally for pieces. In doing so I came across some older poems – some of which, disturbingly, I have absolutely no recollection of writing. Its funny: I have half a dozen creative projects, including a novel which I know a great deal about (‘Indigo bay’ for what it is worth), several poems, some visual art pieces and a lot of music, all waiting for me to get round to delivering them , sitting in my head. But stuff that is written down, recorded or committed has gone clean away.

Like a Stone on the Ice
Late
Naked
Nitrogen
Many
Fires of the Borderlands
Room (for Joan of Arc)