It was high time, really.
I noticed that one of the designers responsible for this website’s design has quoted on his profile somewhere that he’s motivated by ‘bad memories of MySpace’.
I actually liked MySpace. (In its heydey, at least.) I thought it was great that you could have this information in one place, in a standardised format. And it really didn’t hurt that everyone could customise sites how they wanted: as the quickest of glances at a band’s MySpace page could probably tell you more about them than their music.
Of course, whatever you did it looked ugly as the proverbial fuck, but that was the days before everything had to be clean and shiny.
But everything has to be clean and shiny now, which is a trend that I myself have succumbed to. And I was conflicted about it. Part of me wanted to make a really dirty website. White on black, with strong primary colours and everything in a small Verdana typeface.
I still might, actually, depending on whether all that beauty and that style gets kind of smooth after a while.
But right now, I’m actually very impressed with the beauty and the style of the AudioTheme websites, and I’d highly recommend them to any other musicians who just want something that’s fairly simple to use which can hopefully free them up to make some actual music.
And yeah, it’s a lot better than MySpace.
P.S. For anyone who doesn’t know how MySpace met with such a disastrous end, this is a fascinating read:
Financial Times: The rise and fall of MySpace.
Photo by Quinn Dombrowski (CC BY-SA 2.0)
So, waaaaaay back in April I played a few gigs as part of a celebration of 400 years of Shakespeare being consistently dead. I also recorded a song for an upcoming album. Here is the press releasey stuff from the folks at Autolycus Records:
The Food of Love project album will be officially released December 2016: a collection of songs mentioned or referenced in Shakespeare’s plays, composed during or before the Bard’s lifetime. Featured artists include Stornoway, Dead Rat orchestra, Alastair Roberts, Brickwork Lizards, Flights of Helios and many more.
Track number 3 from the Reverenzas EP How We Roll. Slightly more serious than the last. An unaccompanied (almost) version of an old patriotic song.
Not to be confused, incidentally, with the song by the same name by John Tams (which is actually a better song – if you’ve seen the stage show of War Horse you might recognise it as the song at the beginning). Continue reading
Track number 3 from Badass Snow White. We’ve had race car drivers, dodgy princes with necrophiliac tendencies… and now we someone cursed to be a werewolf whenever the sun shines.
This is the first song on the album that features the full band playing live in the recording studio. (The first two featured some ensemble performing but were mainly constructed ‘in the box’, as the saying goes.)
We also invited an audience of friends to watch, and even to participate, in the form an impromptu werewolf chorus, which you can hear at the end. Bloodcurdling, no? Continue reading
I can’t remember how long ago it was when Laura Theis and I first started talking about recording an album together. The basic idea was that we would record a little over half of the tracks with a stripped down band in a studio, and then I would layer in all the rest of the stuff afterwards. That’s generally how I work best, tweaking tracks in small chunks over a long period of time, while working on several projects at once. But it does mean it takes a long long time to complete. It’s probably been about 3 years. But I’m really happy with the result, and I think/hope Laura is too. Continue reading
Track 2, and the title track, of Badass Snow White. Laura talked about always being frustrated when growing up with how lame and passive and annoying the heroines in fairy tales were. Best encapsulated, perhaps, by the lyrics ‘I’m fed up of lying here in this glass coffin / Always hoping that some prince is gonna come / For when he does I doubt that he’ll be charming / Kissing dead girls is a hobby I find alarming…’
Hopefully this song goes some way to redressing the balance.
No magical mirrors on the wall were smashed in the making of this rhythm track. Or, at least, were smashed by me.