Back to the dirty sound. I have been working on and off with this track for quite some time. I'll admit there was a chunk of time that I really disliked it. I think I broke it through overuse. This is an Anstar track through and through but I wanted to add voices to add some kind of warmth. Sylvie and I ended up singing this strange wordless concoction that made it sound less human than ever. We even tried to get it together enough that we could play this track live, with me on laptop and buttons and both of us singing, we even practiced. Thankfully we came to our senses.

That was of course when going out was an option. Maybe that time will come again and we will perform this as two 60 year olds, an act of nostalgia, on dusty old technology when we thought the future was made of soft metal curves.

I am putting this track up because I think it sums up something about the last few weeks. It has been all hospitals, NHS debating, and finally a rather splendid and simple birth of my new son Wilfy by Sylvie. 

So it is handy that this has both me and Sylvie singing on this one. It feels like a something of a bumpy journey, clouded with some anxiety but also run through with some happy turns. And I am probably reading too much in to it but somehow I can hear the long journey from night to the first peep of light.


As usual it has a completely incoherent structure as no one is whipping me in to shape on this number. But then I am a fan of continuously unspooling structures. 


I have had not much time for this music thing of late, but I am doing a little bit of collaborative track building with the fabulous multi talented Jim Noir, which is great fun and I think likely to produce some very odd, in a good way, results. I am looking forward to sending over my first reworking of his material soon.