Don’t Let Your Drum Machine Go Down on the Creedence

Some time ago I asked Raven to do some custom artwork for one of my guitars, Hayes. The art is complete, and Hayes has been reassembled. I am so pleased with the result!
Hayes
Some time ago I asked Raven to do some custom artwork for one of my guitars, Hayes. The art is complete, and Hayes has been reassembled. I am so pleased with the result!
Thanks is given because it’s meant, otherwise it isn’t thanks."
— Raven
Friday
- buy bits and pieces in Maplin
- get train
- head to meeting with hSo
- bump into Pete from Bytemark in the same carriage on the Tube (double-take, “surely not?!”)
- 13:30: earlier than expected, very useful meeting with hSo
- work
- travel to Raven’s place where I am staying the night
- eat for the first time that day: three slices of toast with peppered salami (thank you, Witch!)
- arrange contents of Maplin bag into hair
- change clothes
- take spare set of keys
- set off for Ladywell station at 19:15, with barely a clue where I’m going
- get complimented on hair by a bus stop
- train and Tube to Purple Turtle; arrive before doors open at 20:15 (shouldn’t be possible, surely?)
- see Coreline; video 1, 2, 3, 4; photo
- see Uberbyte
- rush off to Club AntiChrist
- first time there, haven’t got my bearings, follow someone likely-looking out of Vauxhall station; Felix, originally from Germany; his third AntiChrist; we get hopelessly lost for fifteen minutes having taken the wrong exit from the Tube, but got there in the end
- get dancing; get recognised; get chatting
- leave around 03:30; get N136 all the way back to Ladywell
- get in around 04:45; sleep
Saturday
- 09:00: wake
- 10:00: finish dismangling hair silliness
- 11:00: leave house
- 12:00: meet with Kadia near Archway; have lunch with her and Edward (many thanks, and it was delicious, guys!)
- 15:00: kill time in Camden; realise that Bean and Cup is no more; World’s End
- 16:00: meet with Anita and Sam; Japanese dinner; determine that none of my London friends want to go out, so decide to pass on Vagabonds
- 18:00: arrive at Islington Academy in time to see System:FX; also see Kommand and Kontrol (might have to check out some more), Client (text message comment to Blade: “Client’s bassline has found the resonant frequency of this pair of Cyberdog trousers’ crotch region. If only their music was a bit more inspiring they’d be my new favourite band”) and DAF
- burger
- Slimelight; huge surprise on both our faces as Graham walks through the door; have a great night dancing with friends
- 03:43: begin mad bus journey back to Ladywell
- 04:40: bed
Sunday
- 09:00: wake, shower, dress, pack
- chat to Raven; discuss art project some more
- thank Raven for her kind hospitality of a mostly-absent guest; set off at 11:00
- 12:00: breakfast with Blade in Camden Bar and Kitchen
- clothes, vinyl and juggling shopping!
- 16:45: Euston
- 17:00: get aboard the wrong train (i.e. not the 17:35 to Manchester Piccadilly)
- 17:20: “whoa, Virgin Trains must’ve really improved their weekend service… their trains never used to run on time, and this one’s managed to leave early?! awesome!… uh… hang on…”
- 20:30: somehow I arrive home in Chorlton earlier than had I caught the right train
- 02:45: wake up
Credits
Many thanks to:
- Raven
- for artistic flair and for a nest in which to sleep
- Chris Coreline
- for an awesome set and rickrolling London
- R&N
- for dancing the night away in AntiChrist; I had a fantastic night and it was mostly thanks to you guys
- Kadia and Edward
- lovely to catch up with you both, and thanks again for a delightful lunch
- Anita and Sam
- yummy Japanese food
- Debs and Steve
- a great show, a CD, and general musical nattering
- Graham and Cat
- turning up, completely unexpected, to Slimelight; that made the night for me!
- Blade
- epic awesomeness
Door-to-door from Slimelight to Raven in under an hour using nothing but night buses? Shouldn’t be possible, but for future reference the route was: 43, N21 and N136.
With apologies to Augustana; this comedy cover was put together in just four hours, so it’s a bit rough around the edges. But even I sound like Coldplay now.
A few days ago Raven posted lyrical poetry titled Beneath an Empty Sky. This is the improvised “radio edit” of the song.
The music to Beneath an Empty Sky.
The harmonies are based around a D-rooted dorian-mode; some augmented and diminished seventh chords make the tonality a little more interesting; and there is a surprise cadence at the end.