Clean Clean

I was lucky enough over Christmas to have a homemade gift from my eldest daughter in the form of her very first Compilation CD for me. Coming from a generation of music compliers I was chuffed she had discovered the joys of fitting music together for people.

Most of this is done via her Spotify playlists of course, but to have a physical CD compiled from all the tracks I keep telling her are brilliant was a real treat. She has yet to quite master the art but showed great promise with the whole thing kicking off with ‘Clean Clean’ by the Buggles.

Now, I have always quipped that I would like this song played at my funeral. But I have no idea why this particular track would be the one I want in peoples’ heads when they are saying goodbye. It’s not a sad song, or a meaningful song, in fact the lyric is quite silly. I think it just represents the energy and enthusiasm I always love in music, and of course its produced by Trevor Horn, which immediately raises its musical stature in my eyes. It’s odd, quirky, and complete pop fluff…. And to be honest I love it.

On line the other night, I quite by accident stumbled upon the fact that the Buggles second album ‘Adventures in Modern Recording’ (yes that’s where I got the name for this Blog) had been re-mastered and released with extra tracks. As you may expect, I am currently looking out for the postman every day waiting for that small brown box from Amazon… I really can’t wait.

So crank your stereo up to 11, pick up you air guitar (or bass), and let rip

‘lying on the wasteground with a blanket on his face
indicating that he's left the human race
hell went open when the world came in
gotta keep your head if you wanna win’

Fake Plastic Tree's

We are wired, through our heads and connected by web to every corner of the earth.

We are wired, through our souls and soldered to those we Facebook and Twitter.

We are wired, through our bodies, through TV and Radio, from Nintendo to Microsoft.

We are wired, to the universe through every cell that makes us, and the time that flows through us.

We are wired, to each other, through love, hate, curiosity and sex.

We are wired.

This is not so much a lyric as a voice over for a piece I am working on, not sure how I am going to use it yet, but it sounds right for the space it needs to fill. Sounds quite arty doesn't it, but it's not. I am just trying to get a feel for what I am doing and when I played this piece of music back the other day I could hear a soft voice saying things like this over the top. So I wrote down what I heard and there it is. The first official sample of the new musical doodle I am contructing out of samples, keyboards, bits of lego and cellotape.

Todays song I played for the first time in ages over the weekend, just to break the drone of continual funk / hip-hop ouzing out of my eldests bedroom.

'Fake Plastic Trees' by Radiohead. For those who know it, I assume you all love it. For those who dont, its well worth the discovery. Pathetic, meloncholic, and wholly lonely in its feel, a kind of latter day 'Elinor Rigby'.

Radiohead at their artistic best.

Enjoy, but don't cry!