London Viola Player, Fiddle Player & Arranger

When is your smallest gig also possibly your biggest?

Of course, it’s about afterlife, where things lead … Not, in the case of Saturday night’s Filthy Spectacula gig, a showcase or audition that might be our ‘big break’ (they virtually don’t exist any more, though we would consider truly believable and acceptable offers). Our reasons for wanting to play at the Quiet Whistle Test project (check out Facebook and YouTube for more) were subtly different.

Because besides playing to about 20 people in a (rather large and essentially converted to a film studio) living room, the QWT sets are all filmed and audio recorded to pro standard, edited down from four continuously rolling cameras and a multichannel desk feed. For us, that captures a slice (about half an hour, with the slight constraint of small space and small audience on quite how overboard our showmanship could go) of the genuine live Filthy experience – something our studio recordings, good as they are, are much further away from, and music videos are in a sense tangential to, and which handheld cameras in the audience at gigs tend to render only fuzzily and with sadly overdriven microphone levels, however much of an overall impression you can get of loud enjoyable bouncing around.

Naturally enough, that together with the magic of the internet enables us to spread the Filthy gospel (or, as we like to call it, ‘the bad news’) to people far and wide – to people we can never really hope to play to in person (we’ll keep you posted on the tours to New Zealand, Siberia and Uzbekistan). But also and perhaps of more immediate importance, to people who’ve never yet heard of us, but who we might play within striking range of – and who might just google the name off a poster, or see the video first and the gig date second, and think ‘that looks and sounds like a lot of fun. I’ll go and see that live.’

So the number of people we were really playing to that night might dwarf the number in the room by a hundred times, or a thousand. But there’s more to it than just online fans, or even filling up gigs in areas where we aren’t that well known.

Because the single most important audience for any band (sorry to break this too you) is promoters and organisers. Oh, we hate playing to empty rooms, and if there isn’t the evidence of punters turning out for you then most people won’t book you. But nobody will book you if they don’t know you exist, or if they don’t think you’re any good. Or if they aren’t confident you’re any good live.

So this is where live video such as we were making really comes into its own. Because much as we’d love to, we can’t pay travel costs and entry fees to bring event bookers into our gigs from far and wide, even if they had the time. And without good quality capture of a live Filthy phenomenon, it’s easy for them to doubt our swearing blind that we’re the highest-energy, most good unclean fun live act since punk petered out the first time round. Less so with the evidence right under their noses, or wherever they put their computer screens and headphones.

Judging by the live sound on the other two bands on the night (hosting prog project Quiet Wish (spot the double-layered pun in the event name, if you’re old enough to remember / inquisitive enough to have discovered Old Grey Whistle Test) and Hampshire folk champions Meon Rose) and by the evident technical know-how involved, we are all in for a treat when the footage is released (probably in mid-March). Let’s make our smallest gig yet one of our biggest ever.

Get beyond the cover

(as in, to the book … )

On Friday night, Kindred Spirit (full band version) were appearing at Weybridge Conservative Club. I’d be the first to admit my expectations weren’t high for this gig. Firstly, my politics don’t incline to the Tory nor my social outlook particularly to the small-c conservative. Secondly, taking an unusual line-up playing a set heavy on fairly challenging originals and seriously reworked covers into a social club bar gig in a Home Counties market town seems a high-risk strategy, to put it mildly.

And the early parts of the gig didn’t give me massive reason to ditch that opinion, to be honest. There weren’t that many people in when we started playing, and while we weren’t heckled or asked ‘do you know any [x]?’, we didn’t exactly seem to have the audience in the palm of our hand either in the first half.

But the place did fill up, a couple of people were very visibly photographing and filming (I know a lot of performers hate this, but I see it as firstly a testimony to my performance being good enough to want to remember!), there were some very attentive blokes down the front and we were clearly making some impression, as I bounced around and hammed things up in usual fashion, and of course finished the set (as opposed to the encore) by touring the bar on wireless, wigging out over the outro to Fleetwood Mac’s ‘The Chain’.

It was only really after we finished, though, that I started to feel this had been a good gig rather than one with some observable return on a lot of investment (I try to always invest effort, performance and energy as well as musical high standards in concerts, as you know). It was a good sign when we got paid quicker than I’ve ever seen after finishing (not that I’d want to be paid before finishing – undertones of ‘please just stop now’ … ). And while a few appreciative comments are common, this was out of the ordinary for compliments on my playing, enquiries as to when and where else we will be playing (check the website if you’re wondering too!), offers of fairly serious commercial help (Minde and Andy, we’ll be in touch) and general attention, to the whole band not just me. It goes to show you never can tell.

In a similar vein, I had just finished busking outside Wandsworth’s large shopping centre yesterday morning when I was accosted by a bloke carrying a four-pack of Stella and a tennis ball. I’m not going to jinx this because there’s no telling where it might go yet, but musicians, performers, freelancers and businesspeople of all kinds, take this as a tale to answer the question ‘Is it worth taking every person that wants to talk seriously?’ The conversation opened with ‘Nice playing; I haven’t got any change but do you want a beer?’ and ranged on as far as ‘Hypothetically, could you fix me a string quartet for a live TV appearance and how much would it cost?’ and ‘The guy who arranged the strings on my last recording works with Olly Murs and people like that, but I always want to get to know more people, you never know when someone’s going to be busy.’

So moral of the story: stick with it and make the effort. The payback is always unpredictable.

On screen

It’s pretty common to encounter some video kicking around the social internet after a particularly successful rock gig, courtesy of a random crowd member, fan, band widow or even band member (note: headcam footage from the drummer is usually disconcerting). It’s a lot rarer that the sound or the picture is actually any good (this is a quick way to produce crippling self-doubt in amplified musicians: ‘Is that really what we sound like out front?’ … ).

However, these two from the last Filthy Spectacula gig but one are definitely worth the ten minutes of your lunchbreak it’ll take to watch them. The video is still rather blurred, but you can see and hear what’s going on and it should at least whet your appetite for the results of Saturday’s Quiet Whistle Test gig / shoot …

In the press

There is a fairly involved story to this write-up of Kindred Spirit actually making it into the public domain. Between Elaine giving the interview and it appearing in print, TeamRock, mother company of Prog magazine, went bust, provoking an outcry (mostly to do with celebrity fans of Prog‘s sister publications – there aren’t that many King Crimson obsessives out there I’m afraid) leading to it being taken over / bailed out by former owners and most of the content prepared resurrected for the February edition. So this content has been in print for those of you keen to hunt out and buy the hard copy edition (before March’s bumps it off the shelves), but is now also available online free here:

http://teamrock.com/feature/2017-02-16/kindred-spirit-folk-with-a-progressive-twist

complete with a free download track, in case you can’t make it to a gig to buy the full album (or its predecessor) – or to whet your appetite to do so. Have a read!

Said same band will be back on the road on Friday, playing Weybridge Conservative Club *gasp* (but I’m assured you can pay for one-off entry without having to swear allegiance to a portrait of either Iron Lady – at present). Then on Saturday the Filthy Spectacula commit ourselves to video playing live (not seen the latest music video yet? You should), before preparing to (dis)grace ‘Europe’s largest alternative / fetish / crossover event’ – more on that anon.

Getting busy

After just over a week living full-time in London, it feels like I’m starting to hit my stride (apart from absence of internet at home, which is delaying being able to really hit the editorial freelance work till Friday).

On Saturday night the Filthy Spectacula were back at the Music Mill in Plumstead, and as usual a rather dirty good time was had by all. The place was busy, with a fair few familiar faces and some new ones, and the crowd may have taken a little longer than some gigs to really get into things, but they were certainly up on their dancing feet giving it their all by the end. A pleasure (if a very sweaty one – the more gigs I do in that frock coat the more I see where Iggy Pop was coming from with the topless look) as ever.

In other news, I’ve profitably scouted out a couple of Putney busking locations and will be getting back to that front once I shake my current heavy cold (or next Saturday morning regardless – the takings on shopping days are too good to pass up). I’m also eyeing up the river front for slightly warmer weather, and Wandsworth shopping centre for even higher footfall and takings than home turf.

Also starting to pursue semi-formal viola study, and consider a qualification – if anyone has strong feelings / experiences either way with Trinity’s ATCL Recital performance diploma, I would be interested to know!

In the shorter term, this coming weekend is a double header: Friday night Kindred Spirit travel out to Weybridge for a full evening’s full band booking; on Saturday the Filthy Spectacula take to the Quiet Whistle Test stage for a house gig, but more importantly the whole thing captured in multi-channel sound and video. Entry is invitation only, but we may be able to squeeze a few more people in, so get in touch urgently if you want to be part of this immortalised performance!

That rather sets the tone for March, when I currently have in my diary no less than 7 gigs (Kindred Spirit duo and full band, Filthy Spectacula and freelance orchestral viola all making appearances). More of those anon. Though if anyone wants to book me for Friday 24 March the option is still open! Goal – pay the rent out of gigs alone next month…

See you next time, and whichever one it is let’s make it fun.

Your Funeral and Our Trial

So the Filthy Spectacula broke into 2017 last Saturday, at a classically ‘us’ event. We were headlining, supported by tongue-in-cheek ska-reggae outfit the Vegetable Collective (we’ve shared a bill before. We doubtless will again) and psychobilly three-piece Shaking Bones, at an irregular series of weird-out nights in north London, this one themed ‘Funeral Party’ (the Dia de los Muertes makeup on display was impressive). It was a good crowd, I took advantage of the free-roaming possibilities of wireless (first time with the Filthy crew) and we went down extremely well. I only wish I’d been slightly more in the mood for it, but the theme was an unfortunate combination with my having spent the first half of the day at my grandfather’s actual funeral. Let’s just say coping strategies were implemented, and the audience don’t seem to have minded. Or noticed.

Lest you think Valentine’s Day might have mellowed our mood, today takes us back from the funeral to the murder (the trial will have to feature in another video, but I can never resist a good Chicago blues reference, or even a bad one). Yes, ladies and gentlemen, to prove not everything coming out of the Filthy mill is funny and boozy, feast your eyes on the new music video:

But not in front of someone you’re trying to get it on with tonight.

If music videos just aren’t your thing, there are some live shots from the gig on our Facebook page, or you can just come and see us live next time! Which would be this Saturday, 18th February, back at the Mill in Plumstead. See you down the front … or down the back, now I can just come and find you whenever I don’t need a backing mike or a drink …

Good evening London!

So, as of today I officially reside in London.

The practicalities of that are complicated. Firstly, I started renting a share in a flat in Putney today, but I haven’t actually collected the keys and my possessions won’t start migrating till this Sunday or all be there until the Sunday after. Secondly, at the moment I’m still renting another room, actually residing and working in an office part-time in Oxford. But this seems as good a time as any to blog about the move, not least because I hope to have more exciting things to blog about towards the middle of this month (like, you know, gigs).

So, the headlines:

  • no more office job, for publisher that I’ve carefully avoided naming for contractual reasons. I’m going freelance in editorial work as well as music instead (sheet music and English as a foreign language materials among my specialisms); if you know anyone who needs copy-editing, proofreading, digital publication briefing and testing, etc. work needing doing at reasonable hourly rates, please do get them to drop a line to [email protected]
  • No more long-distance relationship! I’m getting to move in with the wonderful Stevie, whose occasional appearances in this blog do not do justice to her importance in my life; and (because you can’t live as a young couple in London these days unless at least 1.5 of you have sold your souls to Mammon) her colleague Stuart, Stuart’s partner Clinton and Stuart and Clinton’s two black cats Scampi and Coco (personally, I’m almost as excited about the cats as the girlfriend, but keep it under your hat).
  • Much less time in coaches on the M40. A lot of my music work has already been in London or nearer to London than to Oxford, plus of course I’ve been maintaining said long-distance relationship, so I should get a lot of hours back for the rest of my life.

All very well, I hear you say, but I thought this was the blog of a professional musician. What is the relevance of this upheaval, this 50 miles’ exodus to the capital, for you as musician, since you are supposed to be writing in that capacity?

Well, multiple and at the same time not as great as might be supposed. It doesn’t mean an end to anything I’m currently doing; I’m still very much going to be active in the two bands I’m in, and available for freelance work. But I will generally have less travelling to do for both band and freelance concerts and rehearsals, on balance of probability. So that already means lower overheads, more availability. Very importantly, my non-music work being self-employed and fully flexible in hours means much more flexibility in timing of music work too – it becomes much more practical for me to take lunchtime recitals, daytime recording sessions, all-day rehearsals, etc., because I can do editing work at another point. Or even decline work that would sit across a particularly busy time musically.

Lower travel costs to earning music means higher profit margins. Means less money needed from editorial work, so the ability to spend less time doing it (besides the fact that freelancers in practice earn rather more per hour than in-house staff – interesting that). All of that means more time and effort available for music – not just paying work (and I fully intend to maximise the time by getting back into a busking habit – licences for Putney and for the Tube will be among the things I investigate when I’m actually resident in the new flat), but also technical practice, upping my game in technical terms and on paper. Wheels are in motion already to spend some time actively and directly studying classical viola, with a view to a performance diploma within the foreseeable future. And that might just be the most concrete aspect of a general truth that I will soon not be tethered by fixed hours, either in start and finish or sum total terms; if I can continue increasing the contribution of music to my personal economy as it has grown over the last couple of years (and it can only be to the good of my wellbeing to do so, for reasons that I won’t go into here), I will be at liberty to scale down my other paid exertions accordingly rather than trying to stretch my energy further.

So exciting times, for my music-making in particular and for my life in general. The phrase ‘end of an era’ has been used more than I expected in the context of me leaving Oxford and my desk job (perhaps we are a society given to the melodramatic); but I think it is more importantly the beginning of one. As they always say, watch this space …

Some things old, some things new

So gigging year 2017 finally gets under way! I say finally, but to be honest getting any gigs in January, even the last Saturday, is more than many bands hope to achieve, so no real grounds for complaint.

The Music Mill in Plumstead has hosted the Filthy Spectacula twice and earned extensive description in these pages, which I shan’t repeat now. This was the first time I’d persuaded them to book Kindred Spirit on the strength of the connection though (and, by the same token, the first time I’d persuaded the band to accept the booking!). I can confidently say all our gambles paid off.

January’s fabled tendency to no cash, righteous resolutions, miserable weather and miserable behaviour didn’t prevent the Mill having almost as full and equally as appreciative a crowd as usual for another, to them, unknown quantity.

There might not have been all that much new about our set to a KS regular, though it’s hitherto been unusual for us to play a full evening by ourselves with such a high proportion of original material (something that is changing this year, looking ahead). However, with that line-up, Elaine’s generally extended-form songs, the highlighted improvised solos and duets and lots of other touches that have led to us adopting the ‘prog’ label, our business as usual is generally a crowd’s journey of discovery. Luckily they like something new and something off the beaten track at the Mill!

We did also have a new face, in now-inducted ongoing dep drummer Aleem Saleh, doing a great job on his first Kindred Spirit gig – and keeping me pushed towards the audience with the seven cymbals plus tambourine of what is apparently his smallest normal gigging kit (the full rig runs to five toms rather than three, just for starters … ).

I was also going wireless for the first time with an audience, and in somewhere like the Mill with no actual stage edge, a smallish venue and a crowd that I know appreciate a certain amount (all right, almost any amount) of putting on a show this was a gift for finding extra space, dancing in other people’s solos (or my own), touring the crowd and converging for a close-up on the people filming parts of the set on their phones …

All in all a good night for all parties. We’ll be back, though there’s such a long queue of acts wanting to play the Mill that it won’t be until the summer at least. I’ll be back a lot sooner, as the Filthy Spectacula play there on the 18th of February. Though we have Diskollective‘s freak-out oriented Funeral Party in north London to launch our gigging year the previous weekend, on the 10th. Kindred Spirit are back in action on the 24th in Weybridge. It’s all picking up speed again, so catch you soon!

Notice anything different around here?

In fact, notice how everything seems a little different around here?

Over the last few months, the wonderfully creative, patient and thorough Helen Lesley (contact details on request) has been working through redesigning my website. The gradual shifts in content grouping, deleting and adding pages and making corresponding changes to what text, links and media are where, have been visible as they go along, but the new design as such (theme, colour scheme, the homepage which is completely different) had to hide in backroom test versions until we were ready to move the whole new thing to my domain name. Which we have now done, so please have a dig around and enjoy my new web home.

Of course, one of the beauties of the digital sphere is that instead of a major redesign refresh being an end product that you’re stuck with until you do the next one, it’s more setting a baseline to which you can make innumerable continuous-improvement tweaks based on feedback (or, less advisably, random whims). So let me know what you think of the new e-threads; the whole site is still built in a platform that allows me (without much technical knowledge, certainly nothing specialist) to adjust almost any detail within the whole.

And if anyone I know is seeking a web designer, I would certainly recommend Helen as being very good to work with and having that sought-after ability to get inside the client’s image of themselves – even if you don’t understand that so clearly yourself at the start of the process – and pick on the things that will communicate that identity effectively online.

Unleashed

Now, who can tell me what this is?

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There’s a technical answer of course (that’s a Trantec Systems S3500, plus a couple of extra leads). And there happens to be a social one too (that’s my Christmas present from my brother. Thank you Richard!).

But from a musician or rather performer perspective, as first employed in a fully amplified rehearsal Saturday gone, this is freedom.

Freedom having to be attached to a 30-foot leash whenever I’m playing amplified – a dog-lead that is very inextendible and rather given to getting and staying wrapped around every obstacle it can possibly find, and that will yank my instrument out of my hands rather than pull out (the socket on my electric violin is surprisingly tight).

Freedom not just to go further from where I’m connected to the PA, but perhaps more importantly to simply move freely without cables snarling up my ankles, and like as not getting tied up with the cable of another instrumentalist so we end up doing something between a maypole dance and musical Twister.

All of this can seem very techie and modern – using a belt pack and a radio receiver that needs mains power essentially to replace a piece of wire. It might even smack (as perhaps the most tongue-in-cheek of my wandering through the crowd soloing antics have done, and will do) of classic rock-n-roll excess, a somewhat Spinal Tap desire to push the kit ever further whether or not there is any musical substance behind it (and I do remember that wireless kits are discussed (in context of lead guitar gear) in one scene of Spinal Tap).

But actually I think this is a step forward that takes me back towards my roots.

Whatever else you might dispute about where my roots lie, they definitely sit with acoustic music and playing acoustically. I didn’t start using amplified instruments on a regular basis until I’d been playing for a good 15 years or more. And one of the things I miss about that when I’m playing amped up gigs is freedom of movement. Having to play into a microphone is probably the worst, because even when sat down in an orchestral concert I will move the instrument around quite a lot (and a lot more if I’m leading a section, as is fairly conventional). But unless balance and the acoustics of the space are a really significant issue, you can also play acoustically from anywhere in the room – and while moving around it. To date, my most elaborately mobile performances have been true acoustic ones, in a folk or gigging context without sheet music, where I could use the whole room uninhibited if I wanted.

To this day, I rarely pay much practical heed to the need to stay in front of ‘my’ monitor to get the right foldback mix in a setup with wedges. I’m more likely to use my position on the stage plan as a starting point, and the place where I change effects (in Kindred Spirit gigs where I use them significantly) and do backing vocals (and, at Filthy Spectacula gigs, stage banter). (I think a Britney mike and another belt pack might genuinely be too much, especially as many Kindred Spirit gigs also involve in-ear monitors with a wireless belt pack receiver of their own.)

In that sense then, ditching the wire is a move back towards pre-1950s performance modes and traditions (though there will be the disjunction that wherever I play from, the sound will come out of the front of house speakers. Something which big gig crowds seem remarkably used to). However, I think we can still assume that the most-noticed and most memorable consequence of it will be even freer roaming around and off stage during solos, jams and playouts, even if I think it’s as much about not worrying about tripping over …