London Viola Player, Violinist & Arranger For Hire

‘Mayhem Spectacular’

I couldn’t let a review with this much love of a resounding phrase pass without a link. So here is the home of descriptions such as ‘music played with hilarious pizazz and unabashed flair’, in all its heavily-illustrated glorious tribute to the last Filthy Spectacula gig:

https://www.sqwzl.com/review/ind=280

(They can’t get my stage name right but I’m letting them off because they did get the band name right and the number of terminal r’s Mr E has licked off running order blackboards at festivals is starting to worry his funeral directors.)

Day of Rest

This weekend’s gigs were hard work. Not particularly in the stock metaphorical sense of being ignored or having to really be over-the-top to not be, but literally.

It’s been a heatwave weekend, and humid with it, in southern England at least. Brixton Hootananny is high-ceilinged and fairly spacious as indie rock venues go (to be honest it’s usually more of a reggae and allied genres venue, with fairly frequent ventures into Balkan-beat and other brass-led sounds), but even for our opening slot at Stranger than Paradise it was fairly well occupied, and it’s not exactly airy. Filthy Spectacula sets always involve a lot of jumping around anyway!

The Hope wasn’t particularly stuffy last night in its own right – it was just conforming to the temperature and humidity of surrounding Richmond, ie positively Mediterranean. Kindred Spirit pub gigs (the full band sets are another matter) are mostly rather more restrained in stagecraft than Filthy ones, but also a lot longer, at standard 2 x 45 minimum. The place really started to fill up about the end of our first set (Elaine and I already dripping sweat!), and suddenly came fully on board with us over half way through the second, apparently won over by a barnstorming, caution-and-taste-to-the-winds (and much more extended than I’d planned) rip through Lynyrd Skynyrd’s ‘Freebird’ – which was certainly the last straw for my core body temperature!

So today I’m taking a breather (and blogging). Especially as the coming week is a musical endurance course:
Monday night: Filthy Spectacula rehearsal (Reading)
Tuesday evening: rehearsal for a one-off cabaret evening involving several of my arrangements, as well as playing viola (north London)
Wednesday lunchtime: rehearsal for a combined arts event including commissioned score (Oxford Brookes University)
Wednesday afternoon / evening: final run-through and event of aforementioned cabaret evening (Reading)
Thursday evening: Kindred Spirit rehearsal (west London)
Friday evening: BREATHE!
Saturday evening: Filthy Spectacula gig (the Mill, Plumstead)
Sunday all day: Filthy Spectacula music video shoot
Monday: haven’t looked that far ahead yet

See you at something, or on the other side!

Old haunts

Old-ish, anyway. Otherwise known as The Annual Circuit Tour.

Tomorrow night (Friday), the Filthy Spectacula make our second appearance at Amanda Rodgers’ superb Stranger than Paradise night at Brixton Hootananny, opening for Baghdaddies, A Pony Named Olga and A Stripper Named Ruby (one of those is not a band. Guess.). After last summer’s set, if it’s anywhere near that hot again and anyone switches off the big fan pointing at the stage, we will actually interrupt a song to kill them. (Fan as in blows air. We will have more than one musical admirer pointing at the stage at some point in the evening, promise.) Not only is it our second time there, it’s only just down the road from Brixton Jamm, where we played last weekend. And within striking distance of the Mill, where we’re playing next weekend (also for the second time). Clearly Sarf Landan loves us more than any of our hometowns …

On Saturday, after a quick dash back to Oxford mainly because my girlfriend has inconveniently gone to Ireland without me, I’m making my second visit to the Hope in Richmond with the Kindred Spirit duo (Elaine has been there many more times). I’m just hoping this time no middle-aged men in leather jackets (they make the lycra version of MAMIL look positively civilised, je te jure) decide to gloss Elbow’s ‘One Day like This’ as being about suicide through the medium of hand gestures …

New ground to be broken next week, as well as the aforementioned Mill return visit. Watch this space …

The Party and the Carnival, part 2

The String Project opening proceedings at the eastern end of Cowley Road Carnival seem to have provoked a veritable media feeding frenzy.

Even the professional journalists got involved: http://www.oxfordmail.co.uk/news/14610021.PICTURES__Shakespeare_and_samba_as_crowds_enjoy_Cowley_Road_Carnival/ (take a look at the fourth picture, and several others scattered over the next dozen or so, in most of which I / we thankfully look more like we’re enjoying ourselves – we were, promise!)

And then of course there were the citizen journalists – these are just some of what I’ve seen so far and can lay hands on:

https://www.facebook.com/LuciLay87/videos/10102600793447859/

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Holding onto my hats

It’s going to be a high-speed weekend, and I have at least two different hats to wear over it. Metaphorical ones. I can’t do band gigs in a literal hat unless I grow enough hair back to pin them to my head; I’d have to reclaim it from the second row of the audience (or the drummer, or both in succession) every time.

So here’s how it goes:

Saturday lunchtime: Practice with the String Project on viola (remember I play that?), welcoming prodigal son and prodigious beatboxer Pieman back to the fold (for the weekend) from his Bristolian activities.

Saturday afternoon: open the Tithe Barn stage at north Oxfordshire festival Ramfest. This is a semi-private event so you might have to get an invitation rather than be able to just buy a ticket, sorry.

Saturday evening: jump on a train and head to London, swapping instruments (to violin) and personae along the way, to play with The Filthy Spectacula at the summer party of legendary debauchery central Rumpus. It’s a bit scaled down as a summer-holiday Rumpus-lite, and at Brixton Jamm rather than the usual Islington Electrowerkz; but should still be epicly crazy (and I’m not using that as intense version of ‘good’; I do mean the memories will be like an acid trip however sober I stay) and has still been sold out for weeks.

Sunday lunchtime: get back in String Project mode for Cowley Road Carnival. This one you can come along to! and please do, it would be good to finish the weekend’s work on a high. We’re opening musical proceedings outside the City Arms, playing about half an hour from 12. Bring your dancing shoes!

Sunday afternoon and evening: get some serious couple- and down-time …

Generically different

This weekend’s gigs see a turn aside from my personal beaten track in terms of the material, and styles, on offer.

Elaine and I have been brushing up our folk chops for a folk-oriented Kindred Spirit duo gig on Friday, with Irish ballads, folky originals and a selection of classic folk-rock covers (hello Lindisfarne, Joni Mitchell and Fairport) in the set list.

On Sunday, there’s this:

Prom June 16 poster

Remember that classical string player thing I used to do? Yeah it’s not dead yet … a really lovely programme and great to do it with an appropriately (small)-sized orchestra, in one of Oxford’s best recently-emerging concert spaces (SJE has been there for decades if not centuries obviously, but has only fairly newly become available and appreciated as a performance venue rather than purely a place of worship).

On the 9th and 10th, it’s back to the usual drivers of genre-eclecticism in my music-making, with two String Project (‘classical-trip-hop mash-up’, with instrumental and vocal originals and covers passing through British trad, swing, reggae and neo-soul rendered rather less neo) sets on successive afternoons sandwiching a Filthy Spectacula (‘ska-punk-steampunk-goth-dark cabaret-gypsy-pirate-dark folk-did I miss anything?’) appearance. But more on that later.

Indefinite Leave to Remain

Yesterday I finished an arrangement of this Pet Shop Boys song. It isn’t going to be rehearsed, never mind performed, till a couple of weeks after the Referendum (capitalised like everything else we’re Really Scared and Fed Up Of). The irony is very far from lost on me.

The arrangement is one of seven (almost certainly the last, though there still might be an eighth) which have posed an interesting set of musical challenges. They are for a one-off private event in Reading (so for once I can’t be accused of blatant self-promotion – there are no tickets to sell), essentially a cabaret evening.

The first major twist is that about 50% of the numbers are being written by the client. So for three of my arrangements I was presented with a vocal line (fully written out) and told ‘write accompaniment to this, please’ plus a few hints at style and featured sounds. For the other four, covers of one sort or another to be done by singers with musical theatre / function-type backgrounds, I was pointed to recordings – the original for the Pet Shop Boys and a Mama Cass song, personalised (transposed and in one case re-edited) backing tracks for two others. Researching lead sheets / piano transcriptions ensued, followed immediately by a fair bit of ear work to determine where the transcription parted company from what I was listening to. If the singer learns by ear and has a backing track she uses regularly, you want to make everyone’s life easier by matching the track pretty closely in terms, even if almost every note gets transferred to a different instrument.

So the two groups of material – new and cover versions – rather neatly correspond to the ends of the arranging spectrum. One almost (dare I say it) a co-composing brief, provide all the instrumental parts to support this vocal line, including presumably introduction, and if needed some instrumental interjections and a coda as well as accompaniment. The other a transcription really, with good practical reason at least to interfere as little as possible with the material.

The second twist in this particular tale is the forces at hand. The client, at least one other in the band, and a significant proportion (I don’t know how high) of the audience have autism-related auditory hypersensitivity, and the music is tailored to be as suitable to that varied condition as reasonably possible. Acoustic, bar a mike for some singers. Instrumentation was preset for me, with an eye both to limiting volume and to lower tessitura (high notes, as well as high volumes, are generally a particular problem apparently): piano, string trio, two alto flutes, French horn, bass clarinet. An expectation of restrained volume, few high notes (notably in the violin part, as probably potentially the highest instrument bar the tinkly register of the piano) arrangements generally avoiding using the whole group at once (I may have stretched this a little, particularly trying to avoid completely bastardising Wicked‘s ‘Defying Gravity’) and the horn and strings being muted most of the time.

For the covers at least, the most interesting bit of this is the absence of guitar, bass or any percussion. Maintaining rhythmic drive in 60s folk-rock, a jazz ballad or even a musical number, let alone a down-tempo dance-pop track, required some lateral thinking, especially given I didn’t want to produce a set of arrangements essentially accompanied by piano with barely-necessary chord washes and counter-melodies making up the entire string and wind parts.

So maybe I’ll be more concerned with how well the music works than with which word of the title stings when we meet to rehearse on 19 July. In the meantime, arranger available (large commission recently completed so can give substantial time to new work), rates negotiable …

You know a gig goes well when …

  • You see the security guys dancing to your soundcheck
  • The bar staff tell you how good you were
  • Audience members who came to see another band introduce you to their other halves after your set
  • The band (following you) that got you the gig say they want to play with you again
  • The morning after the gig the band Facebook page has three posts from people who’d never seen you before saying how much they liked the set

Friday’s Filthy Spectacula set at the Bristol Bierkeller ticked all those boxes, as well as a very competent and (just as important) unflappable sound engineer, an atmospheric venue and most importantly two great bands after us who were kind enough to ask us on to the bill. Cheers all round Inkkubus Sukkubus and Cauda Pavonis, let’s do it again soon!

Looking forward, looking black

After two weekends where I’d done four (or six, depending how you count it) Filthy Spectacula gigs and one classical freelance job, last weekend felt very strange. I only did one paying gig, and given the folky/slightly hippy vibe of Kindred Spirit, wasn’t wearing any black for it (maybe shoes actually).

However, I’m back in the groove this weekend. Friday night sees the Filth head to Bristol’s Bierkeller to support Inkubbus Sukkubus for their album launch, with Cauda Pavonis also on the bill (I expect that to be my black dress code fix for quite a while). Saturday brings it to another three-gig weekend with Kindred Spirit performances at Kew Fete in the afternoon and the Wheatsheaf & Pigeon, Staines in the evening.

Money for nothing it ain’t, pace Dire Straits and Sting. (Please don’t ask about the chicks.)