tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78776317566319658242024-03-13T23:09:39.411+00:00Hunchbakk - music and musingsHunchbakk - music and musingsGlen Byfordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10813724397602695250noreply@blogger.comBlogger508125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877631756631965824.post-56019304723701707172017-07-20T23:46:00.001+01:002017-07-20T23:46:05.751+01:00In Memoriam: Chester Bennngton<div><span style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">For me and a number of my generation, we grew up in the shadow of nu-metal as it crossed over into the mainstream. We found an alternative to pop music imported from America via MTV, for us Eminem, Limp Bizkit, Linkin Park, Papa Roach and the like were our own form of rebellion.</span><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Loud music. Angry music. Parental Advisory - Explicit Lyrics.</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">We weren't kids anymore and we wanted to turn up our stereos and scream along with the swear words and hoped it offended our parents. That's what teenagers were built to do.</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">For a number of friends that I have made through volunteering at a local youth music project, they grew up emo. Rock was pop. The alternative had become mainstream. Screamo and other niche sub-genres were a new alternative to the mass-marketed product. But the mainstream is always the gateway drug. The choice to turn away is what makes us feel individual, even when we do it all together.</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Tributes to Chester Bennington have been filling up my time stream since the speculative news broke. We've all been hoping it was fake news, but nobody seemed to be discrediting it.</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizh0LdNNsXdtFd7l3MIz5fCbU4vxVq5fjj6OQnBeEsrHlGc4n_VCUVmiVkGL-cMwGvil2KLU3Dul7CY2Wffh7Z6f-rTb3qfXESB6Sb3tVqE_kNw2WEYmqJJR45EdEQ5GecRPu8HuwnbWma/s640/blogger-image-942573037.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizh0LdNNsXdtFd7l3MIz5fCbU4vxVq5fjj6OQnBeEsrHlGc4n_VCUVmiVkGL-cMwGvil2KLU3Dul7CY2Wffh7Z6f-rTb3qfXESB6Sb3tVqE_kNw2WEYmqJJR45EdEQ5GecRPu8HuwnbWma/s640/blogger-image-942573037.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">The suicide of a globally recognised frontman in his early 40s is unthinkable. Leaving behind a wife and 6 children is heartbreaking. The fact that a successful new album had brought the band touring in the UK recently leaves so many people asking the same questions.</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">I'm sure the next few days will reveal more, as inevitable toxicology and character reports surface. But it doesn't change a thing.</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">We're hurting because we can't understand....</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Cathartic lyrics, screaming loudly, it didn't help.</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">It didn't change a thing.</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Some are maybe hurting because they understand it too well, some are maybe only just hanging in there.</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Statistics state that s<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">uicide is currently the single biggest killer of men aged under 45 in the UK. </span></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Social media seems full to the brim with people affected by mental health problems.</span></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">We're all here for each other. We're all willing to share, and comment, and like.</span></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">But for some people it doesn't seem to change a thing.</span></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">I hope the people that truly need help are strong enough to recognise that.</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">And I hope those that it is too late for, those like Chester Bennington, are able to find peace in the next life that they couldn't find in this.</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"> </div></div><div><br></div><a href="https://www.thecalmzone.net/help/get-help/">https://www.thecalmzone.net/help/get-help/</a>Glen Byfordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10813724397602695250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877631756631965824.post-62255090362722404642017-07-04T12:14:00.000+01:002017-07-16T12:17:41.498+01:00remaster systemI now seem to have reached a curious age.<br />
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The convoluted solution to this conundrum lies deep within the record industries insistence on re-releasing old music and now I have found that my past has been remastered.<br />
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First things first, this year does not mark the first time that I have added remastered versions of albums to my CD collection (that's right, you read it correctly... a CD collection, now deal with it), but the simple difference is that previously I had been acquiring these releases for the first time. I went through a phase of purchasing expanded versions of David Bowie albums, with a healthy disposable income and a hunger to own more music, I made a number of pre-orders to not just add The Rise And Fall Of Ziggy Stardust and Alladin Sane to my racks, but also whatever demos, alternative versions and live versions that came with it. Some albums I have listened to more than others (the two aforementioned, for instance), but I struggle to think of an occasion that I have gone reaching to indulge myself with a spin of Don't Let Me Down & Down (Jangan Susahkan Hatiku) (Indonesian vocal version) from the Black Tie, White Noise 10th Anniversary re-issue.<br />
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And this is the crux of the matter. Those albums weren't re-released for me. <br />
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They were put out in an attempt to part completists with a little more of their hard-earned for something they already own.<br />
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But now the past has caught up with me, as within a period of 9 months I find myself doubled up on copies of Be Here Now and OK Computer...<br />
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The Oasis re-releases started appearing to coincide with the 20th anniversary of Definitely Maybe, but I held out until what could possible be my favourite Oasis album (that's right, you read it correctly... , Be Here Now may be my favourite, now deal with it) got the full 3CD remastered treatment, adding remastered b-sides and unheard demo tracks into the mix, and the completest that lives inside of me was screaming out for me to pay full price for an album that I already paid full price for upon its original release.<br />
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And I'm pondering which I'll be too much of a sucker to resist.Glen Byfordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10813724397602695250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877631756631965824.post-73278582137643800852017-06-27T22:07:00.001+01:002017-06-28T12:06:30.650+01:00like a detuned radio...<span style="color: #454545; font-family: "uictfonttextstylebody";">It's more than FOMO.</span><br />
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And it seems slightly ridiculous as I try to put this feeling into some sort of coherent and relatable piece of writing, but being unable to see Radiohead at Glastonbury last Friday was almost too much to bear.<br />
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Of the Nineties indie titans that dominated airwaves in my pre-gig-going days, I have seen Oasis multiple times, I saw Blur at a reunion show in Hyde Park in 2009 and I finally witnessed Manic Street Preachers at Festival No. 6 four years ago. Pulp have so far eluded me, as have Radiohead.<br />
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But Radiohead fit awkwardly in this bracket, in much the same way they fit awkwardly in any bracket. In much the same way many of us in life find ourselves fitting awkwardly into social situations or circumstances. In much the same way that many of us look towards something to identify with, or lose ourselves in when we find ourselves fitting awkwardly into this so called life.</div>
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Are we all creeps? Are we all weirdos? Certainly in the long-ago time of 'before we all carried the Internet everywhere we go', it was a far simpler thing to feel alone, and feel that we didn't belong here, and to take solace in music, particularly in our teenage years. I distinctly remember picking up my copy of The Bends reduced in a branch of Blockbuster Video and always skipping back to the beginning of Street Spirit (Fade Out) several times once the album had reached its end, I'm fairly certain that my copy of OK Computer came from a Cash Converters, and I remember becoming so obsessed with Kid A (bought new upon release for a change) that I even insisted on listening to it in the car when my mum picked me up and dropped me off from my first weekend job.<br />
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And it was to be Kid A that proved to be the turning point for me, arriving in my life at a time when my teenage quest for identity reached the cross-section with outgrowing mainstream commercial music, I would listen to the album on repeat, fixated on the vast palette of challenging sonics that proved to be jarring and completely removed from all other music, yet I felt like I belonged to this album, lost in the waves of aural complexities. Melody Maker may have told me that everybody is obsessed with Radiohead when I started reading it, but right then, I was the only person obsessed with Radiohead.<br />
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Of course my eyes would open to their place in the wider world over the years that followed, but I'd already had my moment that shaped my taste for the different. And over the years that followed I have empathised with Radiohead's own pursuit of being different. The girlfriend that is now my wife delved into music exploration headfirst with me, and when we pulled up at a traffic lights beside rude bois blasting their bass-rattling whatever it was, we decided to wind down the windows and turn up OK Computer as loud as we could.<br />
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And it was OK Computer that I played on repeat walking to and from work in the weeks running up to this year's Glastonbury Festival, hearing past the edge in the music that has always caught my attention and focusing more and more intently on the bereft lyrics as they swam around my head. Taking ahold of the words and feeling the true sense of them that I couldn't ten or fifteen years ago. Even on days when temperatures soared not the 30s I pressed play time and time again on the album now celebrating its 20th anniversary instead of the far more apt reggae appropriation of Radiodread by Easy Star All-Stars<br />
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Lots of things feel rather unsettled.</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">The job security of me and my work colleagues has had some doubt cast over it, time off always feels fleeting... eked out between housework and hobbies and more housework, my mind is rarely at rest with all the things I'd liked to do and need to do and haven't got the time to do, fling in a recent bereavement in the family and you've got a mixture of emotions and mental health high-jumps bumping along with your average day-to-day existence.</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br></div><span style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">How invigorating it was to leave behind the real world for a day, taking advantage of a rare combination of two days off in a row (miraculously including a Saturday off work) to tie together the opportunity of attending the Brickish Weekend at the National Space Centre and visiting family in Leicester.</span><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">A rather recently resurfaced love of Lego (I blame the Batman Movie and its accompanying minifigures) has left me with a geeky itch that I needed to scratch, and a whole slew of space and sci-fi themed displays and builds at a tourist attraction mere minutes from the majority of my wife's family was just too good an opportunity to pass up. Within minutes of getting through the door we were already parting with cash... picking up a Ralph Wiggum as a belated valentines present for my wife, and then buying a 'classic' set of doors and windows (again, i must add, because my wife likes them.... ok, i liked them too) along with some other well-worn pre-loved bags of bricks and pieces and marvelling at a bunch of custom minifigs... we'd spent somewhere near an hour or so getting excited before we'd even left the vicinity of the 'brick fair' and the huge Paris themed build that was situated nearby the various sellers.</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">In fact we spent so long taking in so many of the builds and also talking at some length to the people behind these creations that we actually saw precious little of the Space Centre and its permanent exhibits, thankfully this can be easily remedied as booking our single visit online also secures an annual pass, perfect for the next time we're visiting family again. And the creators themselves were equally as fascinating as the Lego builds on display, talking honestly and openly with both me and my wife about their passions, their ideas and sometimes about the price-tags that have fuelled their involvement, the complete lack of pretension and a willingness to 'just chat' was not only refreshing but also informative and very rewarding for me, and possibly gave my wife an insight into what she may have let herself in for.</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">With a handful more 'grab bags' of bricks and pieces (including a small mixed lot of wheels, again, suggested by my wife) in our tote bag we headed back to see family once the Space Centre's doors had closed, and I was more than a little surprised when my brother-in-laws curiosity about my purchases resulted in three adults in their thirties (two male, one female) all sat around building a variety of vehicles and oddities from the assortment of regular bricks and random components that we had accrued over the course of the day.</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Time spent looking at Lego and 'playing' with Lego left little time to do some of the obligatory family rounds, but a couple of whistle stop visits to see family members of a wide range of ages was a perfect way to end the day, including some rather intense imaginative play and dance moves with a four year old that left me sweating and out of breath before a two hour journey back to London.</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">I'd met and talked to some fascinating people, seen some inspirational and breathtaking Lego builds, bolstered my own collection, built a spaceship (of course), spent time with family, dance partnered a care-free four year old and enjoyed quality time with my wife....</div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;"><br></div><div style="color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody;">Maybe, just for today, everything is awesome!</div><div><br></div>Glen Byfordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10813724397602695250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877631756631965824.post-68491375292319894522016-02-27T20:00:00.000+00:002016-02-29T20:02:18.992+00:00Time, and Time Again.<div>
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It isn't very often that I discover the music I am reviewing by way of answering a listing on Gumtree... But so the story goes, my contract was coming to an end at work and I was scouring the internet for jobs, then I got bored and distracted and instead started scouring Gumtree adverts for musical collaborations instead of job vacancies.</div>
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<p>Why not give myself another pipe dream to wrangle with.</p>
<p>You know me. Blogger, Poet, Experimental Music Artist, Author...</p>
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<p>So why not add another string to my bow.</p>
<p>Why not stop telling myself that I'd love to write a comic book and actually get round to writing one...</p>
<p>And so the thought process behind my little venture for October started a little like that and ended up with my rough doodlings of a man-beast battling with stick figures across a plotted out 11 page story.</p>
<p>Like many people before I had wanted to run before I could walk, I've had an idea for a D-list DC universe character for a while, so long that I don't actually believe he even exists in the current New 52 DCU, it is a story than spans life, death and superheriocs. DC are the comics I've loved to read and are the ones I'd love to write... But I've never written a comic before!</p>
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<p>Instead of diving feet first into my ambitious project only to find that it may forever be beyond my reach I chose to cut my teeth on something simpler...</p>
<p>Create a hero, 50s style.</p>
<p>Hero. Bad guys. Fighting. Other stuff... The end.</p>
<p>A real rush job, tell a tale, have a ludicrously dressed assailant fighting crime and wrap it up quickly. How hard could it possibly be...</p>
<p>Thankfully the seeds for my ridiculous hero came to me before I tried to put pen to paper, I wasn't looking for perfection, I was simply looking for fun... I imagined him to be a character designed in the boom of superhero creation, a simple time wasting wonder that would be thrown together in order to fill space in a cheaply printed strip, never knowing if people will care to read it or ever see more of your champion.</p>
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<p>I've grown on writers that have pushed boundaries and one day wish to emulate the Grant Morrisons, Neil Gaimans and Allan Moores of this world. But not right now.</p>
<p>I grabbed some blank sheets of paper, folded them in half and wrote down what I thought would be the main beats of each page. Ten minute job. But the scripting and panelling became a far longer process, trying hard but trying not to try too hard, trying to keep it simple but to understand the pace of my story and how I expected it to progress.</p>
<p>Each page probably took me between 45 minutes and an hour as I deliberated over panels and speech bubbles, how many punches to be thrown and how many generic gangsters should enter the fray.</p>
<p>I toiled with ideas for supporting cast and plot, fearing it would be too derivative or seen as a mere copycat of other heroic tropes... But then again my agenda was based on the works of an era when heroes looked alike, with publishers keen to emulate the sudden popularity of a super-so-and-so, and so I steamed ahead with my story of cops and robbers and a mysterious figure fighting for right.</p>
<p>And so this is the story of how I became a nearly-but-not-quite comic writer, with one original creation under my belt and a rather fun draft of thumbnail pages to my name. I'd like to see my character fully embellished, with an actual artist giving life to my stick figures in fedoras.</p>
<p>I've already got plans for his teenage side-kick, his arch-nemesis and a handful of spin-off titles, they remain unwritten as yet, but it should be enough to keep a movie franchise going for several years at least.</p>
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<p>is that what I am? I check the ever declining post count that sits aside the years that scroll down the side of the page like a dipstick being plunged into my own personal history. more frequently coming up empty.</p>
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<p>sometimes I wish that I still was. I still have a blog that exists, but everything is changing. The Internet is changing. Attitudes are changing. Interests are changing. I am changing. And blogging is a strange lost art, not just to myself but to so many creative outlets that I used to ponder over and draw inspiration from.</p>
<p>Now I see bland advertising and twee snapshots of happy lives that link to instagram profiles. I'm sure that somewhere out there my happiness lays in wait, but I've never the time to look for it.</p>
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<p>And I mourn my own lack of writing. This is my diary. A public domain documentation of the person I am happy to present for display. On occasions I even read my own prior blog posts and smile at who I was, and feel proud that whatever was inside of me in that moment has been captured, and preserved perhaps forever.</p>
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<p>So am I a blogger?</p>
<p>I'm certainly not a career-minded brand that exists in every corner of the world wide webs global reach. I'm too tired for that. The internet seems to keep displaying bad timing as far as I'm concerned. I haven't got the energy, and the energy I do have I am putting into other things that I am not always annotating. </p>
<p>I've got meals to make, a house to keep clean, a garden to tend to, a wife to support practically and emotionally. I'm sometimes exhausted by life, but I still want to be more.</p>
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<p>And I'm trying to tweet more often. Not for any real reason other than to stay sane and determine that I have things to say that are more interesting than boring things, but that is only a matter of opinion anyway. I am still slightly fascinated by twitter, not as a 'social network' (if that is still a thing...) but as what I always remember it being referred to when people referred to it and it was a novel idea... as a 'micro-blog’. Where I can think things, and express them, in miniature.</p>
<p>It's more time effective for a start to dash off a handful of sub-140 character nuances that nobody will read than to spend time crafting an exemplary display of the written world which will hobble onto my blog to be read by no-one. </p>
<p>But right now I have chosen to take my thoughts, mush my fingers all over a touchscreen and conjur up a rambling stream of consciousness that I shall drop onto my once well-attended soapbox and I've enjoyed the chiming sense of release that such a practise emits.</p>
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<iframe frameborder="no" height="450" scrolling="no" src="https://w.soundcloud.com/player/?url=https%3A//api.soundcloud.com/tracks/218344821&auto_play=false&hide_related=false&show_comments=true&show_user=true&show_reposts=false&visual=true" width="100%"></iframe>Glen Byfordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10813724397602695250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877631756631965824.post-91003024074714187252015-07-26T19:01:00.000+01:002015-08-06T21:38:02.456+01:00Afew thoughts on Batman Unlimited: Animal Instincts<p>Well this nifty little package features a cheap looking toy of some strange robotic animal that also appears to be some sort of featured villain in this DVD release, along with some other dubiously designed animal-bots that appear to be throw-backs to the knock-off transformer toys of my youth, plus superheroes, apparently quite a few superheroes. And Batman.</p><p>Of course, And Batman.... this is, after all, Batman Unlimited: Animal Instincts.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-8qcNfciirt0/VcPFnswoMGI/AAAAAAAAIjs/BS4LEJn_4Ho/s369/Photo%25252020150806213736483.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-8qcNfciirt0/VcPFnswoMGI/AAAAAAAAIjs/BS4LEJn_4Ho/s369/Photo%25252020150806213736483.jpg" id="blogsy-1438893480826.489" class="aligncenter" alt="" width="269" height="369"></a></div><p>So let's get this straight.... A redesigned animated Batman, robo-animals, super villain team-ups and then chuck in Green Arrow and Flash alongside an already present pair of sidekicks and I would guarantee that this feature length cartoon should be written off as a disaster, a shameful toy tie-in or child-centric superhero brand recognition exercise.</p><p>I'll humbly admit that I was wrong. I tuned in with low hopes and perhaps for the first twenty minutes could have turned off convinced that I was right and may have been wasting my time. A lot happens quite needlessly, some of my favourite heroes pop in sporting wardrobe choices that the jury are yet to pass judgement on, but thankfully the action is under way, and it rarely lets up.</p><p>Villains of an animal based appearance take centre stage to kick off the caper and before you know it we have the good guys all on scene in Gotham. Origin stories, introductions and exposition go hurtling out the window and any real sense of canon is deliberately mishandled and left ambiguous, ripe for discovery as the adventure plays out...</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-nBvlIa5xneI/VcPFpuhiwpI/AAAAAAAAIj0/yeUzhFDawfk/s1035/Photo%25252020150806213736590.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-nBvlIa5xneI/VcPFpuhiwpI/AAAAAAAAIj0/yeUzhFDawfk/s500/Photo%25252020150806213736590.jpg" id="blogsy-1438893480819.8892" class="aligncenter" width="500" height="237" alt=""></a></div><p>Bruce Wayne knows Oliver Queen is Green Arrow, we have two previous Robins reporting for duty as Nightwing and Red Robin. But this seems to be everyone's first encounter of Penguin and Man-Bat. Flash's secret identity is never even addressed...</p><p>All these curious threads and more are dangled like nerd-bait for those that like their continuity to be regimented and follow comic book tradition. Yet the story is never dumbed down at all and it is best enjoyed if you simply strap in and go with the flow.</p><p>If it has flaws then they are easily forgotten and happily forgiven as a real sense of fun sits at the forefront of this potentially polarising team-up that somehow seems to go someway to follow up the magnificent Brave and Bold series and meet a high standard against almost impossible odds.</p><p> </p>Glen Byfordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10813724397602695250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877631756631965824.post-13303509345854137682015-05-09T11:40:00.001+01:002015-05-09T11:40:10.569+01:00Fast, Furious and Fascinating.<p>The initial hype and excitement has receded and the queues at the multiplex are already moving onto the next blockbuster when I finally allow myself to be dragged along to the latest Fast and Furious film.</p><p>And to be honest, the franchise genuinely fascinates me. Particularly the fact that with this many sequels to its name it still guarantees itself a top billing due not just to petrol heads and actions fans, somehow morphing itself into a cinematic event with a global audience that is gripped by the further exploits of these former street-racers whose ongoing antics have taken them further than the initial concept should feasibly allow.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-FOLbyyV_IhQ/VU3j-W6yX9I/AAAAAAAAFf4/Z6rd00CC2Ss/s620/Photo%25252020150509113948941.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-FOLbyyV_IhQ/VU3j-W6yX9I/AAAAAAAAFf4/Z6rd00CC2Ss/s500/Photo%25252020150509113948941.jpg" id="blogsy-1431168007933.9497" class="aligncenter" width="500" height="312" alt=""></a></div><p>Boiled down to the basics these movies were essentially a testosterone fuelled mix of fast cars, the casting of scantily clad extras to gyrate, jiggle and share the screen when the aforementioned cars were stationary, and some action packed set-pieces to quicken the pulse. This formula was then taken and multiplied, with the inclusion of a ever-growing rotating cast of characters until it flipped the script on a possible future of sketchy sequels with diminishing returns and marked itself as a legitimately bankable franchise with the reemergence of Vin Diesel for the fourth instalment.</p><p>It has hardly hit pause since, with the rotating cast being brought together as 'family' for heists and adding additional big-hitting action stars to the mix to create a boiling pot of machismo that trumps the premise of The Expendables fused with the crime-caper team-up of Oceans 11 and it's own sequels. The Rock, Jason Statham, Kurt Russell... I can hardly wait to see who they draft in next time.</p><p>I'll admit that my own interest wobbled slightly when scriptwriters have pushed more story rather than just fast-thrills and maybe the London based adventure felt too close to home for me to sufficiently suspend my disbelief, but thankfully Furious 7 remedied this by being so unbelievable that turning off and tuning in was the only option.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UrREHhejdK4/VU3kBXno3tI/AAAAAAAAFgA/DFMtmUOfWNQ/s1024/Photo%25252020150509113948992.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-UrREHhejdK4/VU3kBXno3tI/AAAAAAAAFgA/DFMtmUOfWNQ/s500/Photo%25252020150509113948992.jpg" id="blogsy-1431168007942.7988" class="aligncenter" width="500" height="211" alt=""></a></div><p>The whole thing, from start to finish, was bat-shit crazy. Almost every logical next step in the story was sideswiped in favour of more jaw-dropping preposterousness, fights and fast cars and military operations and so forth, all turbo-charged with barely a toe dipped in reality, it became hilarious in its audacity, but by consistently topping itself in each new scene it had me enthralled.</p><p> </p><p>Forget street-racers, criminals and FBI agents, everyone involved in these films have now been granted superpowers and clobber each other in ways that even the Marvel Cinematic Universe would shy away from, the plot structure played just like a 16-bit video game with baddies periodically turning up at the end of level to take a beating and then disappear until the next stage, and the plot holes are more like gaping wormholes, but it doesn't matter, because it's fun. Seriously, I have seen criticism and vitriol poured on superhero movies for inconsistencies and unbelievable circumstances.... think about that for a moment, movies... about superheroes... that do not exist!! But Furious 7 leaps these minor details with a steroid injected stride that carries it to some higher level of action film.</p><p>But with the inevitability of another sequel looming large I just don't know where the franchise could go next while it travels on this kind of trajectory.</p><p>Or perhaps I do... With the rumour of Jump Street crossing over with Men In Black for an upcoming sequel it seems that this franchise-hopping may be the obvious escalation needed to keep the Furious films from slowing their pace. It is a well used concept in comics and has been seen in video games, but only on rare occasions have these pop-culture mash-ups made it to the big screen, but I'm going to be disappointed if the next chapter in the story does not feature a climactic battle with Dominic Toretto at the wheel of Optimus Prime or Bumblebee. Perhaps a computer hacking angle could be replayed to counter Cyberdine Systems and the apocalyptic rise of Skynet. And the crowning glory of the movie will be Robocop joining the fray as a shining beacon of hope as he rides in to save the day on a majestic mech-unicorn that has been custom fitted with NOS.</p><p> </p>Glen Byfordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10813724397602695250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877631756631965824.post-77137928980900610092015-04-27T13:36:00.000+01:002015-05-02T16:41:46.160+01:00Having a laugh? Jared Leto's Joker.<p>As is inevitable in this ever connected society, people giddily sharing, shouting about or snidely remarking on certain 'geekier' developments in the world make it difficult to keep myself from seeing the things that I may not want to see.</p><p>Case in point: Suicide Squad.</p><p>I relented to my own curiosity and peeked at the first cast photo, just to acquaint myself with the talent on display, I briefly glimpsed the initial morsel of Jared Leto that now seems a red herring with fanboys and theorists clamouring to point out the allusions to The Killing Joke.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-yCUvgRRMD_A/VUTwEXGP8EI/AAAAAAAAFTk/7nSjGvLL7rE/s1934/Photo%25252020150502164035753.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-yCUvgRRMD_A/VUTwEXGP8EI/AAAAAAAAFTk/7nSjGvLL7rE/s500/Photo%25252020150502164035753.jpg" id="blogsy-1430581302767.88" class="aligncenter" alt="" width="500" height="334"></a></div><p> But before I even knew I'd have to start avoiding the first full image of Leto's Joker it had been splashed across facebook.</p><p>And I don't like it.</p><p>I'm not a fool. I'm not gonna simply shoot my mouth off and say it's wrong and gonna be terrible. Geeks have been burned before by exuberant expectation and unfounded ire. We've still got a massive promotional trail to get through, heck, they've gotta start shooting the bloody thing!! And all we have to go on is one out of context image that didn't even hint at any kind of mystery or subtlety.</p><p>But I still don't like it. I would at least walk you through what I think are my rational decisions.</p><p>Obviously previous big-screen incarnations of The Joker have been about re-envisioning or reinventing something that has already been firm in our memories, from ’66 to ’89 and again in 2008, each new portrayal had to break the mould of the previous and this new version is no exception, so allow me to scrutinise a little further...</p><p>The deathly pale, skinny, manic look of a deranged crack addict... I can live with this.</p><p>Bright green hair, a single purple glove and either some pimped out teeth or a hygiene problem (possibly even both?)... This could all work, I'll let it slide.</p><p>But the one thing that bothers me the most is those tattoos...</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1Q1UrYYA34M/VUTwGR4BfiI/AAAAAAAAFTs/5qQPMkwuZIs/s1024/Photo%25252020150502164035844.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1Q1UrYYA34M/VUTwGR4BfiI/AAAAAAAAFTs/5qQPMkwuZIs/s500/Photo%25252020150502164035844.jpg" id="blogsy-1430581302685.091" class="aligncenter" width="500" height="727" alt=""></a></div><p> </p><p>The grin synonymous with The Joker tattooed down his right forearm, a skull in a jesters hat and repeated Ha Ha Ha over the chest and arm, again it is proved that subtlety definitely was not a consideration for this project. And this is without even mentioning the dubious facial tattoos and other ink that is just about visible without being fully revealed.</p><p>Now we could discuss versions of the Joker all day, but in my mind I have never taken his chaotic tendencies to be easily placated long enough to endure multiple tattoo sessions.</p><p>This is clearly only casting aspersions but the overall tone seems to paint our new Mr J as a ruthless street thug. To me he looks more like a real-life obsessive Joker fanboy.</p><p>And with my imagination running on overdrive here is where I start to piece together my own wish-list of boxes this new DC cinematic universe needs to tick.</p><p>What if this isn't the Joker? What if this actually is an obsessive fanboy, a street thug, possibly the chief of operations that is at pains to prove himself to his boss... The real Joker.</p><p>Following Heath Ledger's near legendary portrayal I was holding out for a more laconic and brooding spin on the character, a darker and much scarier villain that is less likely to be seen cracking a smile. And with so many indicators pointing towards Frank Miller's Dark Knight Returns as a major inspiration in these next formative stages, the Leto Joker image that we've so far seen feels like a rather ill fit.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Ctmpnwis2xw/VUTwNKtlF8I/AAAAAAAAFT0/G00_9WI28rk/s1936/Photo%25252020150502164036014.jpg" target="_blank" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Ctmpnwis2xw/VUTwNKtlF8I/AAAAAAAAFT0/G00_9WI28rk/s500/Photo%25252020150502164036014.jpg" id="blogsy-1430581302761.5857" class="aligncenter" width="500" height="256" alt=""></a></div><p> Having said all that I have been thoroughly enjoying the way that TV's Gotham has been playing hard and loose with established mythology to create its own world that borrows liberally from what we know and refines it in its own image to defy expectations, and all this fuss created is still based on just one image and not a lot else, I'm curious to see where this will all eventually lead and I'll do my best to keep an open mind until we get there.</p><p> </p><p> </p>Glen Byfordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10813724397602695250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877631756631965824.post-8888911765226406272015-02-08T00:37:00.000+00:002015-02-08T00:37:58.602+00:00the return of.<div>
Something like sunshine was seeking to stream through the slithers left undefended by the black out blind in the spare room as I awoke from slumber in the spare room, driven to the second-hand ikea sofa-bed again by my fiancé's nocturnal wheezings and mumblings as a cold got the better of her and my desire to sleep undisturbed had got the better of me.</div>
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The second-hand ikea sofa-bed was unwilling to relinquish me just yet, so I instead reach for my ageing gizmo and fire up the emails... A missive from half the world away causes seismic smiles to ripple through my body and across my face. Those guys that had been good enough to seemingly pick <a href="https://soundcloud.com/hunchbakk/this-song-hunchbakks-youth-of-today-remix">my remix of The Enemy</a> from thin air <a href="http://hunchbakk.blogspot.co.uk/2009/01/2008-year-of-bat-part-1.html">a number of years ago</a> had pulled it out of the bag yet again.</div>
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<a href="http://thejoint.co.nz/">Fraserhead and The Herbalist</a>, fantastically named audio adventurers and known Anglo-philes had responded to a fleeting email I had dropped their way (their way being over 11 thousand miles away in Queensland, New Zealand) and said yes.</div>
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Yes. They would play <a href="https://hunchbakk.bandcamp.com/album/2015">my latest track</a>. My <a href="https://hunchbakk.bandcamp.com/album/2015">miserable slice of realism</a>. My <a href="https://hunchbakk.bandcamp.com/album/2015">dark downturned beat</a> and it's <a href="https://hunchbakk.bandcamp.com/album/2015">message of ever promising negativity</a>. In the land of sunshine and mystical sea monsters.</div>
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In some strange parallel universe that exists at least one sunrise away is a sunny Saturday afternoon that is soundtracked by 80s legend John Carpenter, pioneering proto-dubstepper Burial and myself, with my <a href="http://www.hunchbakk.blogspot.co.uk/2015/02/reviewed.html">near-undanceable budget-tronica...</a></div>
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Stranger things have happened, but they don't always happen to me.<br />
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<iframe frameborder="no" height="450" scrolling="no" src="https://w.soundcloud.com/player/?url=https%3A//api.soundcloud.com/tracks/188758296&auto_play=false&hide_related=false&show_comments=true&show_user=true&show_reposts=false&visual=true" width="100%"></iframe>Glen Byfordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10813724397602695250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877631756631965824.post-54432196077130930382015-02-01T10:52:00.001+00:002015-02-01T11:16:23.180+00:00reviewed.<div>and so. Just like the hunter becomes the hunted, the reviewer has become the reviewed.</div><div><br></div><div>Safely on silent in my pocket, my sinister phone was making noise on a friday afternoon. Even with the quivering capabilities of a stone, it sent good vibrations into the world, alert after alert, favourite after favourite, retweet after retweet.</div><div><br></div><div>I reflected upon this briefly, Shot Of Hornets: nice review, cheers!</div><div><br></div><div>strange, I don't remember reviewing those guys...</div><div><br></div><div>with meagre downtime I backtracked to that original tweet</div><div><br></div><div>January reviews. featuring Me.</div><div><br></div><div>on Misfit City? I was confused and concerned, I'd not written for this blog? Had they half-inched a recent review and reproduced it without permission?</div><div><br></div><div>Far from it.</div><div><br></div><div>Sat at the peak of the page was an earth-shatteringly glorious justification of why I create art. Digitally documenting my place in the world in words that astounded me. Such kind and uplifting words.</div><div><br></div><div>'anxious water-tank electronica'</div><div><br></div><div>'perpetually uncomfortable budget-tronica'</div><div><br></div><div>'near-undanceable'</div><div><br></div><div>I feel I shall be using these as straplines for my music for a long time to come... superseding Akira The Don's beautifyingly bestowed 'Super-Ugly Beat-Stuffs' as my go-to quote of choice.... </div><div><br></div><div>Yet could this also be a career peaking?! I brace myself for the Hunchbakk-lash to begin.</div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div>Glen Byfordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10813724397602695250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877631756631965824.post-5547112196539731522015-01-18T23:26:00.001+00:002015-01-18T23:31:57.353+00:00hesitation.<p><br></p><p><br></p><p>Hesitation.</p><p>It haunts me.<br></p><p>Hangs in the air beside me, an apparition that seldom leaves me.</p><p>Holds me, holds me back.<br></p><p>I hesitate.<br></p>Glen Byfordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10813724397602695250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877631756631965824.post-3183290158815851152015-01-10T00:38:00.001+00:002015-01-10T00:39:41.767+00:00honestly.<p>Last night I couldn't sleep.</p><p>I sat up til about midnight listening to Malcolm Middleton, and then reading Batman Incorporated and then just before turning in for the night I decided I'd treat myself to some art that had caught my eye that then wouldn't allow me to choose to ship it to the UK from America.<br></p><p>This made me a little sad.<br></p><p>I clicked around the artist's website for a little while, and then clicked on to his blog.<br></p><p>Which is probably why I couldn't sleep.<br></p><p>I felt alive just sat around spending an hour or so just doing something I enjoyed doing, and then I felt inspired by the honest words of one man.<br></p><p>I lay in bed, just thinking. I wasn't tired.<br></p><p>I lay for quite a while, never quite losing myself to sleep.<br></p><p><br></p><p>Life seemed too rich to waste it just drifting away into the ether before another daily grind begins.<br></p><p>So I did something I'd thought about for a long time. It had been an idea that had bubbled around, resurfacing on occasions, yet I'd never fully committed myself to it. I'd grasp at fizzing thoughts but let them pass me by once again, but not this night.<br></p><p>I sat up and I wrote my honest CV. Not the CV that has been tailored to fit that role you have seen advertised and will tailor again for the next role. Not the CV that condenses and crams all that stuff you've done into a handful of measly bullet points. No, it's nothing like those CVs that everyone tells you to write because they are what everyone is looking for. In fact it is barely a CV at all.<br></p><p>There aren't any jobs I'm looking for right now. But life can change, and it probably should change, we all know that... Why am I not being myself when I am 'selling' myself. Why am I not looking for something out there that makes me even more of the me that I really want to be.<br></p><p>Who knows where it'll go. Hopefully somewhere. And who knows what I'd honestly want to say about myself in a months time, or maybe even just a week or two.<br></p><p>But at somewhere around 2 o’clock in the morning I felt content that those 2 sides of A4 say more about me than any CV ever has before.<br></p>Glen Byfordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10813724397602695250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877631756631965824.post-73020811592012116452015-01-08T23:15:00.001+00:002015-01-08T23:15:38.933+00:00a thought. some words.find time to create<p>with no time left to share</p><p><br></p><p><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL9RO6TZN-llNv18uk0DkT1P-VoAIYQ1OLSoH9YDbtnMC2uh4DdAXntTtuylWEIZNBbyXkS2Zyj1Rfbnao4u3-gt4RdZO7fJXGh37FggsHSlADstzixliyxji_GHZEwG5pZI-21FYAl7qH/" style="width: 425px; height: 569px;"><br></p>Glen Byfordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10813724397602695250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877631756631965824.post-74103333976258377802015-01-04T01:16:00.001+00:002015-01-04T01:24:12.278+00:00today.<p>It's hard to remember a time when anything was possible.</p><p>It seems so long ago.<br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p>Glen Byfordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10813724397602695250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877631756631965824.post-41924187449509526942014-12-30T18:34:00.001+00:002014-12-30T18:36:08.726+00:00Happy. New.<p>I find my tiny slithers of passion tend to frolic in snatched hidden moments.</p><p>And so this is the genesis for my first new music in some time.<br></p><p>The intention is almost always present, but the opportunity is often a little more elusive.<br></p><p>Something new for the new year, I thought.<br></p><p>And then I thought 'when?'.<br></p><p><br></p><p>A few moments messing around in an ipad app and I had created a rudimentary beat impulsively, in between downtime spent reading graphic novels and half watching 80s movies on the TV.<br></p><p>It wasn't perfect, but within minutes my idea had a fair chance of existing, heck, it actually did exist in some form, when ten minutes previously it had wallowed in the washing up bowl of my mind.<br></p><p>An empty house later, a lasagne composed of leftovers in the oven and the king of procrastination was purveying the world from his favourite thinking throne when the words began to flow...<br></p><p>Spoken aloud, uploaded, downloaded, hacked up, chewed up, spat out. Happy New Year. <br></p><p><br></p><p><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcNFygXrrTw1Tna5Qiuu-DlfgnwStjTn4okukCaVlHkHm-Q0_H6dAh4FALsF8fylr9xyVnNrO4vDDFDq86sSciri91R8RN38rD-D4WG02-UEouiVp0f9LaXQ8V1fVbxZ0oNnuQnbxuBL0M/" style="width: 471px; height: 471px;"><br></p>Glen Byfordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10813724397602695250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877631756631965824.post-28912868917876387282014-11-24T21:51:00.001+00:002014-11-24T21:51:38.709+00:00Memories of the Buffalo Bar<p><i><a href="http://seekingsusanboyle.blogspot.co.uk/2014/11/memories-of-buffalo-bar.html">Originally published on Desperately Seeking Susan Boyle</a></i></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p>The death sentence has been passed, or more accurately<a href="http://www.nme.com/news/various-artists/81062"> the short-notice eviction papers have been served, </a>and another of London's live music venues faces closure.</p><p>And although no crossrail development plans to steal a historic and culturally recognised site from fans this time around, the impending loss of the Buffalo Bar in Islington cuts a little closer to home.<br></p><p><a href="http://www.nme.com/news/various-artists/81062">The statement released a little over a week ago thanked all of the bands, promoters, and DJs that have played a part in the venues success</a>, and I can proudly count myself among the DJs that have found myself battling with those cranky old CD decks...<br></p><p>The truth is that I can't actually remember now the first band that I went along to the Buffalo Bar to see (although I'm sure I still have the flyer tucked away in a box of memories somewhere), but the subterranean cavern style is something you don't soon forget and it was an honour to be asked along by fellow North-Londoners, upstart aggro-punk group turned reality TV stars, Ginger Bread Men as they too made good on the 'indie-darlings-curate-clubnight' ethos that was thoroughly prevalent at the time.<br></p><p><a href="http://hunchbakk.blogspot.co.uk/search/label/Bubblegum%20Stomp">Bubblegum Stomp</a> drank, danced and messed up on unfamiliar equipment, we dropped three Will Smith songs in a row as we donned Will Smith masks, we got a confused indie crowd to let loose to our own irreverent style of DJing, <a href="http://hunchbakk.blogspot.co.uk/2010/11/take-bite.html">we upset the usurping DJs (standard procedure when you are rocking a dancefloor and someone wants to take over with an obscure Smiths' b-side)</a> and we turned the Buffalo Bar into our own little decadent party for a short while.<br></p><p>All Teeth soon outgrew us (or perhaps couldn't handle us) but we kept returning regardless, as friends and as fans rather than as DJs, as the monthly night developed a unique personality and reputation of its own, due to its live music policy of passionately persuing and cherry picking some the most eclectic and outrageous performers to ever hit the venue's tiny stage, and perhaps in part to the mysterious and infamous free Krunk Juice that would be dispensed into the mouths of punters, eager or otherwise.<br></p><p>It's sad to see Buffalo Bar depart the London scene, and bittersweet to see <a href="https://www.facebook.com/events/831549946887532/?ref=22">All Teeth descending upon its old haunt for one last hurrah this Wednesday</a>, with old personal favourites Those Handsome Animals and the return of Ginger Bread Men, whose own farewell gig was well attended at the very same venue many moons ago.</p><p><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjAh8mUIz4hu1n5U7dWls7h2kq4uEOQeD10qljb6BZK5lZPNWMVQhjoAF1cBPS89O4hatsqYi8A8_y8ANCBoXnQ61YY_u0jqevL4dERVLQlpIQCzYUGAhG7j_c10S3NDqVSSA3hB6imsI/" style="width: 358px; height: 497px;"><br></p><p>It may not be too late tho... for those wanting to keep the faith and fight the good fight to the very end, <a href="https://www.change.org/p/save-the-buffalo-bar-one-of-london-s-best-loved-music-venues">be sure to follow the link and sign the petition to try and keep Buffalo Bar open.</a> <br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p>Glen Byfordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10813724397602695250noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877631756631965824.post-72890190143006913422014-11-16T00:30:00.001+00:002014-11-18T21:54:19.662+00:00Everything I'm not.<p><br></p><p><br></p><p>If there is one thing I hate, it is becoming everything I'm not....</p><p>My passive nature in almost all aspects of my life has mostly been a sea of tranquility that I have been more than happy to bathe in, yet others have found it frustrating.<br></p><p>And nowhere else is this more obvious than when it comes to money.</p><p><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxklb-1ma19_vzpxDuysKPZTQJnIWOR8ra_bgh4qkPQV7_3dypCmlmj0Z9J-cI0TsQCSg3cJZDtjn1MqDmnfRjownExVIIOX4w5Nt4kmElxDKxaYnqyluUPp0eZvzUHUd74PbdSnHeo7Jh/" style="width: 568px; height: 474px;"><br></p><p>Financially, I have always felt rather stable. I have always felt that I can afford to do what I want to do most of the time, I don't earn a lot and I don't overspend and that has (for the most part) been enough for me...<br></p><p>Whether it has always been enough for others is up for debate, but in our society money seems to be a taboo, or perhaps it seems to be a taboo for those that are not making money. I've had this discussion plenty of times, and often I am the only one on my side of the argument.<br></p><p>Why is discussing money so frowned upon? Typical British reserve comes into play and the stiff upper lip stifles all valid conversing on the matter. <br></p><p>But if someone earns more than me, would it not be better to not keep this secret so that I can value my own worth and my own work? Tight-lipped pay packets only really serve to build a sense of distrust... secrecy and secret handshakes... a lack of transparency only makes you wonder what is being hidden...<br></p><p>Before my redundancy a few years ago I tried not to let these things bother me, and then thrown into a whole new world of employment I began to bare witness to this Masonic power struggle, and then choosing to switch from retail to office work I found myself more disgusted by the clearly unfair weighting of wages.<br></p><p>And then I found myself disgusted with myself.<br></p><p><br></p><p>I don't want to care.</p><p>I don't want to feel an ache in my stomach when discussions turn to someone else's job role and their speculative pay packet.</p><p>But then I don't always spend all of my time in the real world.<br></p><p><br></p><p>Maybe this is really how people choose to feel and choose to live their lives most of the time.<br></p><p><br></p><p>I've never been a fan of real life.<br></p><p>And I hope my flights of fantasy can keep me safe from a world I don't want to be a part of.<br></p><p><br></p>Glen Byfordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10813724397602695250noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877631756631965824.post-61213186287891468922014-09-20T00:23:00.001+01:002014-09-20T00:26:02.911+01:00Stop, collaborate and listen<p><br></p><p><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi10GdfkFhIT1thKba0goLYh3wvHXdAbxGH_gA4cG3ftSpqaHuwM4s8o65dU0KfYTNeAtJdBsfjbpDi4pLfrIkPOCKQgoDyZrEkjxU5wkOdPlPkzjS9q1wn8spUSH1eMlvpN8eV34J8E8Cj/" style="width: 532px; height: 532px;"><br></p><p><br></p><p>I make music</p><p>Or made music.<br></p><p>Or tried to make music at least.<br></p><p><br></p><p>Working mostly from loop and sample based software I tend to be drawn to the same sort of sound for my own output, time and time again, and having completed work on the debut album, feeling like I have encapsulated a point on my life, I would now like to move on and live more life. differently.<br></p><p>I've tried action-packed team-ups before, primarily handling a few remixes of other artists, either through mutual respect or competitions, but when I considered the release of Anubis Horror, I also wanted to deliver some 'singles packages' to release alongside it.<br></p><p>Having moved in creative circles, I have crossed paths with plenty of talented people, many from Enfield itself, and so I reached out to a small bundle of people that I thought might be interested in either remixing an existing track of mine or creating something brand new from accapella spoken word poetry. They were told that they had free reign to do whatever they liked, it didn't mind how much or how little remained of the original version, I was only looking forward to hearing a brand new interpretation of something I had a hand in creating, hearing something that had come from more than just me.<br></p><p>The end result.... just one remix came back, fully formed for inclusion on the Teenaging single, and I had to draft myself in to remix my own work, cutting, pasting, twisting and distorting my own poetry... and unsurprisingly they sound just like something I would produce.<br></p><p>But now here we go again, bored of searching the same job roles and vacancies on Gumtree I instead started looking for an opportunity to write songs with others<br></p><p>the opportunities were slim, but I made contact... and one chance came back wonderful and gleaming.<br></p><p>Since then we have conversed over email, shared a brief man-date in the centre of londinium to get to know each other and cross-reference ideas, and this week I have made a proper start on fleshing out some rough tracks that have been sent over to me.<br></p><p>It is still early yet, and who knows what may happen next, inspiration and ideals are elusive beasts, but I've got a good feeling about what is coming next.<br></p><p><br></p>Glen Byfordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10813724397602695250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877631756631965824.post-29539825653920731262014-09-14T11:26:00.001+01:002014-09-14T14:54:10.162+01:00a thoroughly modern CV<p><br></p><p><br></p><p>I dislike job hunting.</p><p><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">It goes against everything I believe in.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Working for a living is certainly reasonable enough (in some circumstances), but being forced to distill all your skills and all your experiences in just 2 sides of A4 paper seems utterly ridiculous.... and that doesn't even leave any room for any of your personality.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">So I'm left pondering how best to sell myself?</span></p><p><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPkJqsnCyFXyu8pRF_sEt2pYUNV_HKgGXmpN9MKj6Ze4YhrtaUaS3U9rOE6SrcSS0HC4iQHMOkMM-rr1o_nWmW7ly_RSVACAqW1obdQiemHpxPAK7MbQCanWTsNocU-TOaRXq-x3YHjNh-/" style="width: 266px; height: 385px;"><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Do you go with the standard old 'team-player, hard-working, blah-blah-blah' intro/personal statement that you've had drummed into you is how a CV should open? because surely everyone else has been told the same thing about starting out that way and surely nearly every CV that drops onto a recruiters desk must lay out their initial wares in exactly the same old fashioned way...</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">And if you don't appear different from anybody else, how will anyone know that you are different from anyone else?</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">on the subject of old fashioned tho... what if the recruiter is old fashioned and wants you to stick to the same old format, play by the rules and perform exactly as expected, let us not forget that some people don't like change, and some of the people that don't like change may well be the people recruiting that wouldn't understand the concept of the post-modern self-referential CV that I had in mind...</span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></p><p><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">ah, but what about LinkedIn?!? the presumably professional version of a social network.</span></p><p>I struggle with that too.... perhaps career-focused progression would fall in line with the way it projects itself, certainly I can see the advantages of having a full profile to browse that hasn't needed to be quit so cherry-picked in order to save space on paper, but what about poor souls like me that are still trying to find their way, where differing job sectors and careers are catching my eye, the old rule was to tailor your cover letter and CV for each job you apply for, but doesn't the modern principles of LinkedIn suddenly decide to go against that, along with every other recruitment site that would like you to upload a CV</p><p>So in brief, I need to choose who I am, to sell myself to people, when I don't know what they expect me to be....</p><p>modern job-hunting sucks.</p><p><br></p>Glen Byfordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10813724397602695250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877631756631965824.post-27506878738555752472014-08-27T21:50:00.001+01:002014-08-30T00:53:59.306+01:00Songs for the deaf<p><br></p><p><br></p><p>An interesting proposition came through the other day.</p><p>Not since a christmas shindig at the Bush Hill Park Tavern last year have the CD decks been dusted off, and bookings aren't as regular as they used to be, but somehow word still gets around... and Bubblegum Stomp have been asked about availability for a 50th birthday party next month.</p><p>They were asked what type of music they expected and had a preference for...<br></p><p>It turns out that the soon to be septegenarion is deaf, and so will be most of the guests, so we can play anything we want!<br></p><p>But personally I find the whole thing rather daunting, the age range is certainly a consideration, but presumably the standard party tunes should suffice, but I'd also rather make the extra effort to make the event memorable.<br></p><p>In my old life, time to research properly and gather tunes would have been plentiful, but things have changed and time is a luxury that I never seem to have enough of, I understand that deaf people feel the songs more through the vibrations, of the bass and the drums, and I think from a sensory perspective there is enormous scope to play wonderful and interesting tracks of different rhythms, of different continents and wildly different genres... <br></p><p>And ideally I would love to source someone to sign alongside some of the songs as we play them, adding a whole new dimension to a DJ set that would be thoughtful and inclusive, not just playing what we please since no one can hear it anyway. Blondie's set this year at Glastonbury featured two people signing the lyrics to the songs throughout, and visually it is interesting, and at magical moments it is truly captivating, creating an almost dual-purpose dance move that is both fitting and functional all at the same time.... Instead the closest we are likely to come is playing YMCA and doing the actions.<br></p><p><br></p><p>who knows, it is still up for discussion, but I don't feel that I would be ready to do it justice.<br></p><p><br></p><p><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjimayRc32Y321RBSi2gGwnrOqtvA8xMhM6xk7MPMZ3V7SKWMz0tkbB3UEY-yLNgCvqTVn6PtdpW3ijzPY7brfoWeGFLmyqxo0DOFsNrN7Bzsk7tKLZq7eSpC5x9o98kZyj_VzIB7IXMLPQ/" style="width: 526px; height: 675px;"><br></p><p><i>Credit where it is due: <a href="http://givepeaceeachance.deviantart.com/art/no-evil-74582340">artwork sourced</a> from deviantart user, <a href="http://givepeaceeachance.deviantart.com">givepeaceachance</a></i></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><a href="%3Cobject%20width=%22450%22%20height=%22544%22%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22movie%22%20value=%22http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf?1%22%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22flashvars%22%20value=%22id=74582340&width=1337%22%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22allowScriptAccess%22%20value=%22always%22%3E%3Cembed%20src=%22http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf?1%22%20type=%22application/x-shockwave-flash%22%20width=%22450%22%20height=%22544%22%20flashvars=%22id=74582340&width=1337%22%20allowscriptaccess=%22always%22%3E%3C/embed%3E%3C/object%3E%3Cbr%3E%3Ca%20href=%22http://givepeaceeachance.deviantart.com/art/no-evil-74582340%22%3Eno%20evil%3C/a%3E%20by%20%3Cspan%20class=%22username-with-symbol%20u%22%3E%3Ca%20class=%22u%20regular%20username%22%20href=%22http://givepeaceeachance.deviantart.com/%22%3Egivepeaceeachance%3C/a%3E%3Cspan%20class=%22user-symbol%20regular%22%20data-quicktip-text=%22%22%20data-show-tooltip=%22%22%20data-gruser-type=%22regular%22%3E%3C/span%3E%3C/span%3E%20on%20%3Ca%20href=%22http://www.deviantart.com%22%3EdeviantART%3C/a%3E"></a>Glen Byfordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10813724397602695250noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7877631756631965824.post-80618432361114414612014-08-23T11:34:00.000+01:002014-08-23T11:36:42.247+01:00an appreciation of Justin Bieber like no other....<br />
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when <a href="http://seekingsusanboyle.blogspot.co.uk/2013/10/justin-timberlake-2020-experience-part.html">posting my first video review last year</a> I have had every intention of making it a regular occurrence...<br />
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unfortunately time constraints and the logistics of recording and editing were stretching my capabilities somewhat, I had the ideas, but the limitations I bumped up against were outstripping my power to push ahead with vlogging projects.<br />
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then <a href="http://vlogstar.4music.com/">4music's Vlogstar competition</a> came along, a competition that would land the winner a whole new bunch of hi-tech equipment, why not have a crack at it?<br />
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in a video of 30 seconds or less you had to deliver upon your full potential, I checked out the other entrants to see what I'd be up against... and time and time again I found I'd be up against the same things... straight to camera, blah blah blah, thank you...<br />
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my first crazy thought was to deliver a metal style review in a slipknot style mask, of course I left the whole thing to the last minute.... leaving myself no time to make said mask, but i instead went with making a little extra effort of a different kind, composing an accapella ode to Justin Bieber to be delivered in my best metal voice...<br />
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face paints, bare chest, screaming.... all captured through the lense of <a href="http://www.hunchbakk.blogspot.co.uk/2012/07/the-phone.html">my sinister phone. </a><br />
I knew full well that it may not win me the prize, I knew full well that it may not even be picked as a finalist, but i was certain it would stand out against the rest and I had a hell of a lot of fun doing it<br />
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<i>and with a current radio advert encouraging voting for the finalists proclaiming that the judges have seen the good, the bad, <b><u>and the weird</u></b>... i feel content that i made the impression i intended...</i>Glen Byfordhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10813724397602695250noreply@blogger.com0