First ever gig

Well, that’s the first gig over with .. decided to say little and squeeze an extra song in. Went ok but pretty nervous and a few cock ups in the set but not too worried about that.

Polite applause from a polite audience but not one that would ever come and see me.

Did get one good comment from a guy who writes for Left Lion so that’s positive!

Really enjoyed your set Charlie. Vini Reilly meets Metal Music Machine era Lou Reed. Great stuff!”

Anyway .. planning another gig in the not too far off future and if you missed last night (I know you did!), here’s the last number of the gig. The rest will be uploaded in the near future.

I think I need a hat … I look like a Mekon!

 

Not a ‘rip off’ .. just continuum!!

I’ve recently been working on this song which was hastily recorded as my neighbour was in upsatirs so it’s very rough.

I popped a tweet on twitter with an apology to Dylan Carlson for ripping off the opening riff (which I did). He responded with the following:

“its not ‘rippin off’ its just the continuum that is music, no one ‘invented’ anything drc”

I was thinking of changing the opening riff but I guess that gives me the green light …. it’s not as though I’m going to become famous anyway :)

Poetry on a train

A few weeks ago I travelled by train from Nottingham to Boston in Lincolnshire. Usually I read, or block out the inane chatter on the train by sticking my headphones on. This time though, as I looked out of the window over the flat fields, a line of poetry came into my mind and I decided that instead of reading or listening to music, I’d spend the journey writing ‘instant poems’ .. ie no edits.

Here are the results:

…………………………………..

And, in the end
it comes around again,
the rain;
washes sounds and feeling
as we lie still
waiting
just waiting
for the sky to pass again

…………………………………..

The trees lean
as if to listen
to our whispers,
our secrets
that we never admit
to others.

Dew drips
from their tips,
like tears,
as they listen
to our confessions.

…………………………………..

River

So calm now,
skimmed only by a bird
seeking the surface
closely.

The river
never gives up its power,
just slowly moves,
waiting for its moment
to arrive.

…………………………………..

Where are you going?
I asked the bird
as it was blown
steadily,
backwards, by the wind

…………………………………..

That black earth,
malevolent,
none the less
gives up its treasures
to us
unwilling
to accept our gifts
in return.

…………………………………..

Silver flashes
over fields
cut the ground mist
into shreds
in search of food

…………………………………..

Stillness,
just for a moment,
as the cougar waits,
ready to pounce
on its prey.

…………………………………..

There is only
so much
that can be said
about this vast emptiness
in my head.

…………………………………..

Curved, water filled patterns
like a giant snake
in the belly
of the earth.

…………………………………..

Just a tiny hill
that holds the ills
of history.

…………………………………..

Just above water,
roots take a last gasp
as coots appear.

…………………………………..

Sleaford Station

Sat here
like a turd
that won’t flush.

…………………………………..

This line
goes on forever;
fields
trees
fields
trees
fields
treeeeeeeeeeeees.

…………………………………..

Angels grow
between the cracks
of desolate airfields’
the roar of engines
now replaced
by an empty silence.

…………………………………..

One Last Poem

I think that’s it now,
exhausted of sky and field;
it all slows down
to start again.

Deciding the gig list

Just over a week to go now and I’ve got 8 or 9 songs to choose from and trying to decide which to play as I can only play 4.

Do I go for the best, or the ones I’m least likely to screw up?

Current thinking list is as follows:

1. Cut on a Seashell
2. Sleep til dust
3. Thin Raft
4. On Carlson Hill

Also .. just testing this blog