Just want to say thank you, Ott. You’re one of the greatest inspirations for me. I’ve quit drinking just to be “like Ott”. I’m also having some progress with the music. It is desperately slow, the tracks are clumsy and ugly, but I love them so much. Thanks for bringing the rhythm and the harmony!
“... but I love them so much.”
You just won first prize. Nothing else matters. Take your time, the slower the better.
Every time i finish a song I’m convinced it sounds “clumsy and ugly”. Without exception.
You have to not listen to them for at least a month or two to find out what they actually sound like.
Try that and I bet you’ll surprise yourself.
I’m not a natural born traveller - I detest hotels, airports, aeroplanes, border checkpoints, and all that - but the reward is finding myself In some obscure location in the middle of nowhere, standing behind a sound system, playing music to pockets of art-lovers in wacky clothes at 2:00am.
I’ve done that all over the world, from Norway to New Zealand, and it never loses its joy.
Brexit has been sold as a “people’s” movement but I think a decade or two of hindsight will show it was only ever about the rich and powerful remaining rich and powerful.
For many hopeful people Brexit is seen as a way of turning back the clock to some kind of golden age, a way of making the world feel like it did when they were young. Many of them are old enough that they’ll never have to face the disappointment of finding out they were mistaken, but the idiocy of leaving the largest and most successful trading bloc in the world will become abundantly clear to future generations.
For anyone shielded from the consequences by wealth or connections, life will go on as normal. For a few, whose fortunes are hidden offshore and whose tax arrangements don’t bear close scrutiny, things will improve. I’m sure we’re all happy for them.
But for the majority, particularly those whose livelihoods depend on the frictionless flow of goods and services, life is going to become more difficult..
I don’t have a huge trove of unreleased material and what I do have didn’t get released because it’s shit.
Actually, that’s not completely true. I recently went back over my DAT collection containing masters of stuff I did in the 1990s but which never got released and some of it is ok, in a ‘charmingly primitive’ kind of way. I’m planning to release it as a collection of curios at some point but I’m still only ⅔ the way through the DAT pile.
Thank you, I’m looking forward to my first visit. :0)
UE Pro 7 IEMs on stage, Sennheiser HD650 headphones in the studio.
And a knackered 12 year-old pair of Bose Quiet Comforts on aeroplanes.
"A piece of cheese served between two slices of bread makes a quick and tasty lunchtime snack. My wife calls it "Jack's Cheese And Bread Snack".
J Pewty, Dorset.
Hi Ott, thank you for existing and thank you for your genius music. Your music has not only helped me through the darkest times of my life (winter depression in Scandinavia), but also enhanced the very brightest moments (sitting on a hill in Wales, watching the sunset with some horsies and listening to One Day I Wish I Had This Time). So, my question is, are you heading towards Europe for a gig at some point? UK? I love you, thank you again.
I know I'm playing Psy-Fi in the Netherlands later this year, which is always a great set. I'm also playing in Poland and at Ozora Festival in Hungary. I wish Emmaboda festival would invite me back because I love it there, and I'd quite like to play at Midnight Sun in Norway again.
And I'm glad to be of service. x
it was partially a reference to the "Traitorous Eight" who left Shockley Semiconductor Labs to form the Fairchild Corp. [which designed and manufactured the Fairchild 660/670 compressors] which in turn begat what we now know as Silicon Valley.
It's a fascinating story and well worth reading. The music we make is only possible because of the work they did back then.
Also, at the time I made that album my house seemed to be constantly teeming with cute blonde-haired children, my daughter and her friends.
And it's a nice word. Soft and optimistic, with a reference to obsolete technology.
During the late 1990s I was sharing a flat with a friend in Tulse Hill when everything started to go wrong. I’d hurt my back and was in a lot of pain, mental and physical, and then the friend and I fell out really badly. The atmosphere in the flat quickly descended into hideousness.
I desperately wanted to get out of London and to live somewhere with clean air and no police sirens but I lacked the resources and physical ability to do it. After what felt like a monumental effort I managed to find a house I could afford in Frome, Somerset and one rainy day in 1998 I moved myself, my few tatty possessions and my cat out of Tulse Hell and into a cottage overlooking Cley Hill, a few miles from Nunney Catch.
Thus began one of the happiest times of my life, out in the fresh air, hills and fields, with my studio and my cat for company. It was pure joy.
“Escape From Tulse Hell” was the second thing I wrote there. “Somersettler” was the first. “Cley Hill” was third.