A little bit of my heart

28 10 2010

I promise, I promise, I promise I won’t let my hopes build up too much. More details if it all turns out good. I promise that too!

Also, I’m 9/10 songs into the new album. I need to make a couple of tweaks and rewrite one or two bits of the newest songs, but there’s not much left to do. I should be ready in December.

On the horizon: Springsteen’s Darkness boxset (getting great reviews and looking like it’s the set fans have been waiting for); recording; Fallout: New Vegas; and most importantly the young lady’s visit.

Bye!





Everyone’s a writer nowadays

28 09 2010

You can blame blogs (he says, throwing stones from his glass house), blame Twitter, or blame Facebook but, whoever you blame; we’ve got a problem on our hands. And it’s only getting worse.

The rise of social media means we’ve taken great steps in understanding human civilization. It’s just a shame civilisation can’t spell or make much sense.

I know language evolves. We don’t see many people use the word ‘perspicacious’* anymore, do we? Words go out of use, they change, we compress them, and we create new ones. But they still need to make sense in context. Bad writers never get the context and, every day, they are routinely raping the English language with painfully bad, overlong crap.

And it’s all social media’s fault. In the past, these people wouldn’t have had a platform to share their thoughts. Thanks to all the places I mentioned at the start, they do. What’s worse is these non-clever cookies think they’re good. You’ll often hear “I’m a writer” because they wrote a letter and a blog about their holiday in Majorca last summer. They got drunk too – you can see the photos on Facebook.

With the platform in place, they now say “I’m a writer. And I have a place to share.” Suddenly they have an opinion about what’s good writing, even as they commit apostrocities and write sentences so long that they turn into lines of code. Then, to make it even more painful, they say “Well, that’s just your opinion. Good writing’s subjective!”

MOTHER-FUCKER, I WILL DESTROY YOU IF YOU EVER SAY THAT TO ME AGAIN!

No, good writing is not subjective. Good writing is entirely objective (as in, not influenced by personal feelings, interpretations, or prejudice; based on facts; unbiased: an objective opinion). A 53 word sentence with no commas as part of a 400 word paragraph is the equivalent of a stiletto in the eye. Blades in eyes are not often seen as good writing. Who the hell could digest something like that without serious effort? And that’s the thing; writers make the effort so the audience shouldn’t have to.

What bothers me is that making an effort is the furthest thing from these writers’ minds. “It’s my style (despite the complete lack of one), so I’m not changing it,” is a familiar refrain for these guys.

Yeah, I know – I’m a snob. I’m proud of my job title having the word ‘writer’ in it (though would be less so if it was ‘under’ at the beginning). But that wasn’t some game over where I said “ok, good enough!” and stopped. I can get better, so I keep trying. And I think it’s important we make things simple even though it takes a lot more work than writing something in a complex way.

Language changes but the reason we write hasn’t. We write because we want to communicate. If we start to excuse writing that fails at that, then what’s the point?

Who knows? By making the effort, maybe the audience will make the effort with you.

*It means extremely perceptive

Coming next: 70’s horror ‘classics’ The Last House on the Left and The Hills Have Eyes. How have they aged? Title to come.

Coming a little later: Mann, Nolan, Demme, the Coens and Singer: guns, crime, masculinity and kicking ass. Not the catchiest… I’ll come up with something better.





Cough cough

24 09 2010

Tonight, I am sad. I got home from work and, about ten minutes into another looping adventure, my throat started to hurt. So that was pretty much that. It’s no fun when I’m struggling to hit the notes I normally do. But I do feel like I’m much better at looping than I was – progress at least.

The last week has been dedicated to two things: listening to the Manics, and watching Prime Suspect.

I bought both reissues of The Holy Bible and Everything Must Go. Lots of great extras and good video material. Plus the US mix of the Bible is excellent stuff (bar two or three tracks). Finally bought Send Away The Tigers and, from my brief listen today, it’s great stuff. It’s nice having them back in my life. Brings back a lot of emotions.

Prime Suspect has been a real surprise. I watched a little of number six while visiting my lady. Very well written and acted, so I found number two on Virgin On Demand. We watched all four hours in a row and I loved it. So having watched one and three, I’m convinced. What a great show. Helen Mirren is a goddess. Might write more about that later.

Right now though, I’m waiting for some horror films to come in the post along with Chris Nolan’s first film, Following. I loved Inception and Memento, and have a lot of affection for The Prestige and Insomnia. Batman Begins isn’t bad and The Dark Knight’s just pompous nonsense. But that’s for another day.

So, expect some reviews of them. Soon as I get it, The Last House on the Left will be subject of my attentions.

Also, throat willing, I’ll record myself playing the looper tomorrow. Bye!





Looper

2 08 2010

Lots of dials, an LED, knobs, a big turn-wheel, inputs, outputs and four footswitches that make a satisfying clunk when depressed. Sometimes they trigger drum sounds, or the rhythmic snap of a muted guitar.

Continued presses at timed intervals build layers of sound limited by dexterity and harmonic knowledge (and taste, naturally). With an awkward use of toes to change input device, voices combine and coalesce into enthusiastic but occasionally ill-matched harmony. Simple things become sumptuous or scabrous depending on the need.

Eventually there’s a drum beat slamming forwards, a chopping guitar slashing out rudimentary rhythms, a snaking guitar figure sinuous against the beat, a high pitched delayed wail that summons memories of Marr while being much more crude, and then the vocals. “I disappear without a trace” they chirp the first time round. They repeat, but with an additional layer in harmony, slightly above. “I disappear without a trace.”

I stamp my right foot, since I’ve always found it difficult to stand still when I’m making music. Pitch to the side and, as the loop repeats for the fifth or sixth time, I go “woo!” This is a good moment. There’s something when you make music with other people and it’s all in place, and the parts add something to each other that wouldn’t be there. It’s a thrilling moment where you don’t need to talk afterwards. In fact, to break the silence would diminish the sensation.

There’s nothing better than that. I missed it. And my little looper’s given it back to me. Standing in my old bedroom in my mum’s house (I felt too guilty for disturbing my neighbour upstairs), with all those things around me from when I started learning guitar, it was an odd moment. The old heat from a converted attic bedroom, the view of the trees outside my window and the weird comfort of just being there.

You go in a circle, you’ll end up back where you started. But that sort of makes sense to me right now.





Not so music related

30 07 2010

In the real world, I work as a copywriter. This is different to a journalist in that I don’t tell people what’s happening on a particular subject, but try and make the nonsensical into something like sense.

Recently, the company I work for has been wanting to make sure everyone writes to a similar standard. To do this, they brought in consultants to do some training. Having seen the course material, I wasn’t going to get much out of it. My bosses agreed. I didn’t go.

But I’d still submitted some work for them to review and I got the feedback a few days later. The head of my team, Adam, came over, sat down and said, “Take this in the spirit it’s intended in” with sad eyes, knowing what could easily come next. Contrary to often misguided opinion, I’m actually quite willing to get feedback as long as whoever gives it actually gives me some advice on how to correct a flaw or bad habit. People making critical comments but offering nothing to work with are just being bitches.

Guess which category the trainer fell in to? With the subtext of “THINK YOU’RE TOO GOOD FOR MY COURSE, DO YOU?!” written all through it, he proceeded to nitpick, be snide and pedantic and, more than anything, completely miss the point.

Basically, his issues amounted to pedantry of the highest order. He didn’t like a quote and thought I should rewrite it. Well here’s the thing – it’s a quote. It’s poor form to change them. And it was clearer than his revision was. That’s not to say there was nothing in his feedback, the contractions (“it’s” rather than “it is”) thing can get out of hand and one section could be confusing IF you didn’t work for the business. But our audience does.

From this came four comments:

  • the article was “sporadically well written” which amused me on two levels. Someone who advocates plain English uses the word “sporadically” in feedback about clear writing. Second, it was as if I’d start off with a fountain pen in hand, writing beautifully constructed prose for a paragraph, then I’d grab a crayon and write the remainder in rude words before switching back. Just to mix it up obviously
  • it was “insufficiently well thought-out”, but there’s no explanation of how or why that’s the case. That’s a big sweeping statement which seems ill conceived without context or definition
  • there’s the suggestion that the “reader would get lost at several points” but, again, there’s no explanation about where or why
  • the final, stinging rejoinder (which made me laugh) was that “think before you write would be good advice here.” I absolutely agree, but think he’s offering that advice to the wrong person.

God bless consultants trying to justify their ridiculous fees.

Just to get some music related content in…

I know the last post was long too, but I’m very effusive at the moment (ha – another word that isn’t plain English. Go, look it up on dictionary.com). I think it’s cause I’m excited at my new toy, Line 6’s JM4 Looper pedal.

This is the last word in musical awesome. I’m rehearsing like crazy with it so I can approach Liam Finn’s level of competence with it, plus I’m trying to think of ways that don’t end with every song having layers of loops. I did a stunning version of Deep Nothing (which will be on my new album) tonight. The Dark Sea, A Dark Art, Breathe, and a few new songs too, all sound great. I just need to tighten the whole thing up. Can’t wait.








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