Stretch

I'm currently sat on the couch, supping coffee and wondering where the last two years have gone...

Now that university is finished and I've returned from Europe (relatively unscathed) - I have decided to explore my writing a little. Hopefully my inner inspiration will respond to my calls and whistles, otherwise I may have to take the surprise ambush approach and shine a powerful lamp at it and drag drag it out of its cave and rough it up a bit, show it who's boss.

In this case for the next few days I will be prying a fresh idea out of my head everyday and will probably make reference to a few of them on here.

But first a nice stretch.

Propaganda Radio

My Fortnightly mix up of various styles of underground, experimental and unusual music - straight from the bunker.

Thursday(s) - 9pm - 10.30pm

You can now tune in from anywhere in the world!

http://tinyurl.com/radiohuddlive

Next show: Thursday 2nd December 2010

Airwaves

I'll be joining the university radio very very soon. With a weekly late night slot.

I'm aiming for an undiluted mix of sound, preferably from more unusual artists and underground names, veering away from so called 'mainstream' idols and auto-tuned berks with microphones.

Will be crashing from genre to genre - anything from ambient, post-industrial, electro, psychedelic, jazz and dub , post-rock, old style hip hop and IDM.

I'll also be very willing to accept submissions from artists and musicians if they fancy gaining some air time.

Stay tuned for more informotica.

Faded days

Windows of the past.

Sunset on Planet Darwin

Time/Space

Liberation from pixel clutter

Alas the system crash on the monstrosity of the thing i call my computer has only further pushed me into the realms of creativity.
Many files have fallen into that unreachable bastard dimension where all the bits and bytes presumably go when malicious malware and misguided malware protectors fling them with abandon, to set the scene of a feverishly hot day of 'from-scratch' PC repair.

Usually the job is duly volunteered to a number of friends, but i find myself geographically distant from my would-be-rescuers, but thirteen hours of sweat and curses later and the fucker was fixed.

Pride aside, the files that didn't make it back from digital purgatory are not missed, half-finished tracks and scribbled notes and jottings and sketches for film scenes or lyrics and half ideas that i would never come back to.

The best ones are still in my mind.