Glad to be of service.
As guilty as you should feel about buying bread from a shop instead of baking it yourself.
The point of all this isn't to impress Eurorack snobs with your technical prowess. It's about making people smile via the medium of vibrating air. Whatever it takes.
[One second, I’m alphabetising my sock drawer.]
Hugely. One of the pitfalls of working on a computer is that the internet is only one click away and the internet is full of stuff which is way more interesting than chopping up a bass guitar take into 1600 individual notes with a mouse.
I’m disastrously easy to distract [every one of my school reports said so] and I suspect that I’d have been diagnosed ADD had I been born ten years later.
At some point every day I realise I have a laptop, an iPad and an iPhone open on my desk and I’m cross-referring an 1832 photo of Bristol with Google StreetView, watching a documentary about the resignalling off the west-coast mainline in 1970, reading a history of the Russian ‘Ekranoplan’ project and bidding on a broken spring reverb from Bulgaria. And answering questions on here.
In 2012 I bought an app called ‘Freedom’ which essentially fucks your internet connection for a set number of hours. It’s the only reason any music ever gets made.
I've never heard that word before but, yes, it's an excellent way to describe me.
For years I assumed I was an extrovert. I was a bit of a show-off kid, always had my hand up when it was time for the school play and assumed I was going to be either an actor or a pop-star.
But recently I read a list of introvert traits and was shocked to discover they fitted me better than the extrovert list. I realised then that I was actually an introvert who had learned how to play the part of an extrovert.
I enjoy being on stage and big crowds don't scare me [as long as the stage crew have their shit together] but when I'm on stage I'm completely alone, just me and the music. I have my eyes closed most of the time and occasionally I open them and remember that there's 1000 people in the room with me.
I love meeting people afterwards though and I've had some nights where the after show banter with the audience has been more fun than the gig.
It is absolutely vitally important, if not essential, that I don't slip into anything resembling a routine. Routine feels like a slow death and I go to enormous lengths to avoid it.
You're welcome. The tour was awful, not a good memory at all, but it was good to tick the "got fucked up on tour and destroyed a hotel room" box.
Not big or clever, I know, but fun to recall.
I kinda become obsessed with the numbers in Unit Delta Plus.. (Btw i recently bought the vinyl for my boyfriend as a xmas gift)
Can you please give any hint? Just to know how to start and i will figure out the rest.
Honestly, it's so geeky and obscure that you'll almost certainly never know. I won't ever tell.
I've got a rack of old hardware bucket brigade delay lines which I love, but the H-Delay is so good it makes them all redundant.
For more complex delays D16 Group Sigmund is the best there is.
It was the last night of a hideous German tour with a band called Silverfish.
At the post-gig dinner somebody ordered four bottles of tequila and then I woke up 10 hours later naked on the floor of a German hotel room, covered in blood, with a housekeeper and the hotel manager standing over me going "The bed - is kaput!"
Every single fixture and fitting was destroyed, the minibar was empty and on its side, the TV was in the bath, the bed was upside down and every slat in the bed base had been methodically broken. My mattress was in the car park, 7 storeys below. At some point in the night I had become naked [no idea how] and had spent the night rolling around in broken glass.
My only memory was of various band members charging into my room unannounced, letting off fire extinguishers, shouting and smashing open my minibar with a screwdriver.
Apparently it was tradition to trash the sound guy's hotel room on the last night of the tour.
They paid for the damage and we left.
I think every track gets the attention it deserves. Some exceed expectations.
On every album I've included a track I was totally unsure about that went on to be one of the most popular.
Smoked Glass and Chrome and The Queen Of All Everything nearly got left off their respective albums because I thought they weren't good enough.