So in just week 2 of the ambitious project to scientifically extract the sound of summer from decidedly (though not deliberately) lo-fi recordings of me playing music in a tree, the weather made sides. It cosied up to me all morning and lured me outside with brilliant blue skies and no indication that it was the kind of day where sitting in a tree for an hour is going to irritate your leg muscles so severely that they will refuse to return to their normal selves until they recieve a large bowl of hot soup. Do not misunderestimate me, i had a swell time in the tree. It is just that when I tried to move my legs, it was apparent they were very cold, and when i listened to the recordings of the five ukelele-based masterpieces of indie-folk I’d been thundering through, it turned out that I’d laid the mic face down to the tree and all that could really be heard was me twanging away on a ukelele that the optimistic in me would say was charmingly distorted. But this version of Herman Düne’s “The Static Comes From My Broken Damn Heart” is, at least, vaguely audible. The good news is that last week’s version of Emily Scott which seemed to have disappeared into the ether surfaced today..
Remembering: Esio Trot and Little Things play Brixton on monday! They have a collage!