June 4, 2004
The madness of Lord Chilvers shows no sign of receding. Not content to forget chords in performance, the suave swan swallower’s taken his amnesia to a new level of sophistication and gone and forgotten an entire gig.
Booked as a duo to perform at the OsFest that is the Cambridge International Looping Festival (www.cambridge-loopfest.org.uk/), Peter only realised this week that he’s on vacation during the time we’re supposed to be on stage.
The beardy boy’s last minute replacement is that newly respectable Father of two come troublesome Heavy Metal malcontent, Michael Bearpark.
Expect tuneless rock dirge variations of ‘California, Norfolk’ and avant-garde looping massacres of the Bowness/Chilvers’ ‘ballad assortment’.
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‘My Hotel Year’ is still ‘almost’ at an end. Hampered by collapsing technology, the final mix of the final song remains on hold for another few days.
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Other recent activities include assessing poignantly personal video footage with Stephen Bennett, hearing four tracks off the astonishing new Bjork album while lounging around at the One Little Indian offices, and a positive meeting re an interesting site specific, music/spoken word project which could potentially involve myself, Roger Eno, the ‘Butler’ and the ever-ready Burning Shed production machine.
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Watching:
Truffaut/Cronenberg DVDs.
Listening:
to old favourites Joni Mitchell and John Martyn.