Been a while since I updated. Again. Sorry, just don't know what to say really without getting a reputation as morose.
My work goes ok, mammoth editing has now turned into mammoth mixing task. Spent the last week mixing in France alongside David Oldlum, who I had never met before. We got on ok, but truly it was a ships-that-pass-in-the-night scenario, with us swapping over studio one each time one of us went to bed. So lot's of fucked up sleep patterns and not much else.
Now ensconsed back in my studio in Ireland mixing an album for a london rock outfit. At the same time however I'm picking tracks for an experimental album for an Arts Council that was due in nearly a month ago. That's proving very hard - having to put myself into insular artist mode again, it's a place I love visiting but hate having to spend any amount of time in. It really distorts your vision, depending on your outlook, but I'm usually pretty bleak to start with so you can imagine what a bit of artistic self analysis does to me. Think of the painter in the Fast Show (black, black, it's all black!)
The worst aspect to all this work and no play though is this increasing feeling of distance from everyone around me. I guess I spend too much time on my own, but I have this huge feeling of not really knowing anyone or them not knowing me - usual kind of adolescent bullshit. But it does get me down, probably cos there's an element of truth to it.
Nah, fuck it I'm just too sensitive. Shirley Valentine was quite happy with her wall, why can't I be?
And so wall, goodnight. Until next time....
My work goes ok, mammoth editing has now turned into mammoth mixing task. Spent the last week mixing in France alongside David Oldlum, who I had never met before. We got on ok, but truly it was a ships-that-pass-in-the-night scenario, with us swapping over studio one each time one of us went to bed. So lot's of fucked up sleep patterns and not much else.
Now ensconsed back in my studio in Ireland mixing an album for a london rock outfit. At the same time however I'm picking tracks for an experimental album for an Arts Council that was due in nearly a month ago. That's proving very hard - having to put myself into insular artist mode again, it's a place I love visiting but hate having to spend any amount of time in. It really distorts your vision, depending on your outlook, but I'm usually pretty bleak to start with so you can imagine what a bit of artistic self analysis does to me. Think of the painter in the Fast Show (black, black, it's all black!)
The worst aspect to all this work and no play though is this increasing feeling of distance from everyone around me. I guess I spend too much time on my own, but I have this huge feeling of not really knowing anyone or them not knowing me - usual kind of adolescent bullshit. But it does get me down, probably cos there's an element of truth to it.
Nah, fuck it I'm just too sensitive. Shirley Valentine was quite happy with her wall, why can't I be?
And so wall, goodnight. Until next time....
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