Indulge me. This is what I have instead of social media and private messages.
I suspect I’m becoming something of a completist with Alone In The Hollow Garden.
WARREN ELLIS LTD Articles.
Been an admired of The Wyrding Module since THE WORD MADE FLESH, which is a regular replay out here on the Thames Delta. So when a new record popped up the other day, it was an immediate purchase. I mean, I didn’t need to hear it. I wanted a Wyrding Module piece in my library. And it doesn’t disappoint. A kosmische halloween trance.
Go straight to track 7 and drink it down, if you’re not familiar with the Module.
Complex, ethereal, soaring. It’s winter music time.
Beautiful, simple little object, too.
Claire M Singer works with organ, cello and electronics to create soundscapes of great wonder and majesty. If you like Zoe Keating or Johann Johannsson this is right up your street, while being entirely its own thing. A favourite recent discovery.
Basically my soundtrack for today’s work.
ALGIDA BELLEZZA by Netherworld just arrived. It’s a lovely object.
The source of inspiration refers to an event long awaited by the artist but far from the glacial themes; the birth of his daughter in November 2015. This work is completely dedicated to her. The soundscapes were composed mainly during the night whilst the little princess was cradled in the arms of her dad.
I can relate.
A lot of things got written during nights with my daughter asleep in the crook of my left arm, after all.
Well, this was a surprise when it turned up in the post this morning, signed and with a note from Len. (Sir Len. ) Cheers, mate. Really looking forward to this.
Not sure how I ended up on this particular comps list, but, hey, it’s a new Raymond Briggs, I’m not complaining. A trailblazer and a master.
In his customary pose as the grumpiest of grumpy old men, Raymond Briggs contemplates old age and death… and doesn’t like them much. Illustrated with Briggs’s inimitable pencil drawings, Time for Lights Out is a collection of short pieces, some funny, some melancholy, some remembering his wife who died young, others about the joy of grandchildren, of walking the dog… He looks back at his schooldays and his time as an evacuee during the war, and remembers his parents and the house in which he grew up. But most, like this one, are about his home in Sussex:
Looking round this house,
What will they say,
The future ghosts?
It is a beautiful book, and, on first inspection, performatively melancholy but fiercely alive. He’s 85 now, and if this might be his last book, then it is a fine point on which to sign out and leave the room. And if, as one hopes, it’s not? Then, in these October years, we know that he’s still smiling to himself and still stretching. What a joy to be gifted a new Briggs this season.
Just arrived – it’s Bryan’s new book!
(As it does with all British comics people of a certain age, it summons memories of bumping into Bryan somewhere and hearing “Have you seen me new book?”)
It looks gorgeous, the wide shape allowing Bryan and Mary to try something akin to the newspaper-strip format. Any new work by the Talbot makes it a good day, out here in my (also rainy) coastal cave. Thanks, both of you.
Classic-style ambient from London composer Keith Berry. Excellent for the sort of work I’m doing today. Sometimes you just want to be inside a space machine touring exoplanetary landscapes and alien factories.