OK, I get it, I’ve been a bit of a slacker with my website, however I just did a quick and dirty calculation which puts me at about 72 things recorded over the last 12 months which, well, kinda excuses me, somewhat. What with all my girls, real life, windows fucking 8 and bills to pay, dogs, ebay excesses and an uncontrollable beard situation, I would consider myself forgiven for momentarily forgetting about the interweb. All things considered, and with my well known, but perhaps slightly over documented, problems with the local telecoms people (FYI in my book it’s not offensive to suggest demolishing a church if it it between my so called 4G telephone and it’s corresponding so called 4G cellphone tower….) communication has been more of an exciting privilege than a taken for granted right. My internet connectivity, in my humble domain, exists solely on a Tuesday, beneath the chestnut tree or on Friday mornings (sauf les jours feries), standing on one leg by the front gate, while pointing my phone towards La Poste wile humming La Marseillaise, and make no mistake, you have to hum with conviction. This is my way of telling those of you who I know and love, use the land line (it works, I personally oversaw the two baked-bean cans being strung together by a France Telecom engineer), oh, and send postcards.
So, here I am, profiting from a slight lull in work (I’ve been thinking it was Friday all day but I was cheerily informed by my youngest that it was in fact Thursday, which, well initially fucked me off, as I figured I had to endure one more weekday, but then gave me a sense of triumph as I realised that I just won a day to catch up with undone things in my so-called life, like catching up with the internet and the world outside, the world, past the mailbox just beyond the range of my slippers.
However, sadly it’s really Friday tomorrow, so back to work…
Mais quand même… I compiled a little list, of what I’ve been getting up to. The album Another Flower with Harold Budd , the Flares EP for Boreal Wood, my song-writing with adorable genius of Jay-Jay Johanson, the album Universal Road with Mark Gardener, which should have been out already but for my inability to get it together combined with his recent foray into fatherhood, a life event, btw, which puts silly fucking records into perspective.
The White Bird in a Blizzard, original soundtrack album has kept me busy as have doing lots of artwork and mastering for the re-released CD digipak editions of After The Night Falls and Before The Day Breaks albums with Harold Budd, as well as a gate-fold sleeve, double vinyl album version of the two aforementioned albums. Likewise vinyl editions of my Fortune album, as well as the Bordeaux album with Harold Budd have become available at Darla Records.
A very cold and windy January found me producing the next, as yet untitled, Heligoland EP, the next in a series of their location recordings, recorded in a lighthouse in Normandy which we soon followed by Dave & Sandra’s summer wedding, but, and you know what I am about to say, that life events like this put silly fucking records into perspective.
This week I started on a score for Surface Waves by Seattle cinematographer Reed O’Beirne. Oh, my goodness, I am excited about that.
I went, with my girls, to see White Bird in A Blizzard at the Festival du Cinéma Américain de Deauville, with the director Gregg Araki, and the public première of White Bird at the MK2 Bibliothèque in Paris. I got to wear my suit for all three occasions and looked rather dapper.
Most people took picture of my girls.
Apart from that all seems well.
During this week, my friend Anton has been trying to take a nice picture of me but now he has left, it’s Friday again for the second time this week.