Royal Marines ‘beat Retreat’ (1950)

So I’ve been thinking about my Deptford vinyl piece… last project for SaM composer residency too. Owner Ronnie Marrow said the river was a huge part of London’s developments, arguing that if the River wasn’t there Deptford wouldn’t be the place it is today, so ideas about docks, river, sea shanties, multi culturalism are spinning around my head, as well as how this connects with the notion of hyperlocality and its journalistic roots.

Journalist > observer > reporter > shares news> . Observer > Stories > Sharing back to an audience. Vocalist shares stories via lyrical content from owner of the record store. Who accompanies him?

How about a little military band? A micro one as the shop is tiny? A modern day, experimental military marine band? What does that consist of?

Perhaps the band could travel en route to the space? Who knows? Do the musicians have to be from the area for the music to qualify as hyperlocal?



vinyl deptford

I’m collaborating with Heart n Soul artist Robyn Steward to create a hyperlocal piece of music inspired by this little gem/oasis in the heart of Deptford.

The sea makes up a large part of Deptford’s history, informs owner of Vinyl, Ronnie Morrow.

So I’m currently listening and researching music associated with the Royal Navy docks… and what sort of instruments we can incorporate into a piece which connects to Deptford’s rich nautical past.

So far:

 

And this was useful….

The Bands of the Royal Marines are distinctive in always being led on parade by their immaculate Corps of Drums, as well as doubling in an orchestral role. Music has long played a part in daily life aboard ship, with the singing of sea shanties and the ship’s fiddler relieving the tedium of a long voyage. As long ago as the days of Drake and Hawkins, the drummer’s rhythm would advise the changing watches or be used to “beat to action”. Ships’ bands came to develop from this. 

International Military Music Society.



hyperlocal

I’m going to use my website more to serve as a brain dump for my PhD musings on ‘composing in a hyperlocal environment’.

I’ve entered my second year of research and I’m currently thinking about the first year of fieldwork that has taken place. My project for-Wards is the main body of work, where 10 Brummie composers work in 10 Birmingham constituencies to co-create new music inspired by the locality. You can learn more here.

I will examine how a composer can create music that is ‘hyperlocal’ – a journalistic term relating to work that is specific to the matters concerning a small community or geographical area, through practice-led research.

I will examine the following sub-questions:

– How does a composer develop co-compositional methods via an examination and inclusion of socially engaged art methodologies to create hyperlocal art music?
– How does a composer of hyperlocal art music formulate suitable evaluation criteria to assess the efficacy of works of art created in this context?



Matt Martians



RIP Marcus Intalex

It’s been three weeks and I’m still stunned…

Thanks so much for the tunes and was wonderful to chat with you that one time!
Amazingly talented and so humble.



Bus ride



Viberian Son featuring Del The Funky Homosapien

Today feels like:

Crazy ass week, some amazing life victories and some hard life lessons but I’m feeling stronger… Yosh!



seraphim

Such a full sound…



Betty Davis


 

Hey Hey Stranger
I hear that they call you the lone ranger
They say you love to live in the saddle
Is it true you want to high ho my silver
Giddy up you can try lawd have mercy
I will take that ride with you
I’m mighty thirsty

For love any kind of love but I do prefer
That it be good love
Hey hey stranger
I hear I fear my heart might be in danger
They say that you’re a fast shootin’ papa
And when you want it you take it just like an outlaw
Giddy up you can try lawd have mercy
I will take that ride with you I’m mighty thirsty

For a man any kind of man but I do prefer
That it be a good man
Hey hey stranger
I hear that they call you the lone ranger
They say you love to love in the saddle
Well when I’m through with you
You’re ridin days will be over
Giddy up you can try lawd have mercy
I will take that ride with you I’m mighty thirsty
Giddy up you can try lawd have mercy
I will take that ride with you I’m mighty thirsty
Giddy up you can try lawd have mercy
I will take that ride with you I’m mighty thirsty
I will take that ride with you I’m mighty thirsty
Is it true you want to high ho my silver
Is it true you want to high ho my silver
It’s so good it’s so good



Major keys

Damn, i struggle real hard to write major key, happy sounding pieces! composing with my year 5 collaborators has been tricky, because their ideas are so cute, and what I like to compose is darker, i like the tension of major/minor, suspending, and then finally, maybe a  resolution…

Anyway, after a uphill struggle, i’ve been able to connect to this place: one of childlike innocence. it took time.

next up is brandwood ward. i have far more creative licence to compose about nature and use stories to guide me.



Sampha

Don’t fail me now, I need your wishes, wishes, wishes
Don’t fail me now, I need your wishes, wishes, wishes
I imagine those golden skies
Window down and we’re caught in flight
You can let the breeze, let the breeze cool you
And I hope the wind blows out those fires of doubt
If there’s a monster inside of you
Well, I’m gonna keep it clear
I wish it would take all its things and go
There’s no more we need to know
But fade out lover, yeah
We need time to recover, yeah
Or you can have a wish, have a wish on me, me, me
(I know it makes you feel at ease, how could I disagree)
If there’s a monster inside of you
Well, I’m gonna keep it clear
I wish it would take all its things and go
There’s no more we need to know
We suppress concerns habitually
You take away that apathy
It means you mean somethin’ to me
I need assistance beyond my dreams
A fire beneath the dream
A calm sea in anarchy
How do you smile, you smile at ease
My desire burns beneath
Don’t fail me now, I need your wishes, wishes, wishes
Don’t fail me now, I need your wishes, wishes, wishes
If there’s a monster inside of you
Well, I’m gonna keep it clear
I wish it would take all its things and go
There’s no more we need to know


cracking on

March time. Spring is here!

I have literally 2 months to compose 4 pieces of music that make up the Selly Oak District Commission.

I reckon I’ll be able to do it! I’m clearer about two pieces I need to write.
I have nearly completed the Bournville ward piece, I had lots of amazing instruction from my collaborators over at P-Cafe (crunch writer’s group).

My supervisor Michael Wolters gave me great advice, which is to not get caught up in thinking too hard about the end result but enjoying the process. What I love about collaborating with others is that it’s difficult to get dead-locked as you keep returning to one another and help each other out of an impasse.