jackenstein of all trades

Monday, October 17, 2005

making a mental note (and checkin' it twice)

If anyone that i know is passing by, i'm here to tell you that i've been needing a set of these for some time now.

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Thursday, October 06, 2005

a brief de-brief

After finding that if you begin ringing up ppl with offers of a spare ticket to someone they've never heard of mere 3 hours before the show starts you're going to be going on your own...

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Hi peeps,

Yep sorry all, that WAS short notice... that what happens when my life
is not in order. i can see it now.

Anyway, this was what was going on in case any of you'd like the de-brief... of plat du jour live on oct 3rd london at the barbican hall [there are track samples on the following sites which'll save mailbombing your in-trays with i guess]

see - http://www.platdujour.co.uk/
for more background
see - http://www.magicandaccident.com/matthew_herbert.htm
for it is he of which i spoke.
Dressed in the kind of white wellies you'd wear in factory farm and sporting a what looked like a mad dr frankenstein-syle combover and in a big pin-stiped brown apron (i think; need contacts soon i tell ya) Herbert orchestrated all the sampled sounds as they were shunted to him from various band members into a fkd up mad ass electro swing thing ...
And was petty damn fine, in spite of no live chickens on stage - mind you that would have run counter to the whole ethos of the work when i think about it. The real live cooks though, stage left of all the samplers and sequencers and wotnot, looked like strangely trim versions of french and saunders in their chef's whites as they pottered about. You'd think i could describe all the aromas that came wafting up to the circle as al the music was going on but alas no:
nose still on the mend after 20 years of smoking... there was a touch of fried butter then later melted sugar. Apples had been handed out at the interval prior to all this going on and Herbert directed the audience to a series of bites from them - the sounds were sampled and folded into the tune An Apple A Day...
You're better off reading the platdujour site i cant really do it justice.

There's a full tune here:
http://www.bbc.co.uk/dna/collective/A5110363

Before all that though Mugison did the opening set and he was a real treat as i was not expecting a support act.
yeah i'm teasing ya now.... can't be helped i'd barely heard of the guy myself (once maybe)
Icelandic
www.mugison.com
A one man sonic frenzy of chopped blues acoustic guitar and live samples together with a fine standup sensibilty.
he offered himself up as "a crazy monkey" to anyone in the audience that had an after-party they were going to...

...oh smiles!

From my nose-challenged perspective he was the better live act for when it comes down to it really.
You get the chance you go see him if only to scream along to that so-called difficult tune "i'm on fire!". [quicktime required]
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