| Author | Black is White | |
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Back-of-an-envelope songwriting in excelcis. Started at 7, finished by 10:30. And, yes - I really like this. It's devoid of artifice. {MESSAGE_MORE_POPUP}
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| Author | Anniversary Skank | |
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2 years long and still limping on. That's me over here. Look at the cover art. Is there a lack of colour about? {MESSAGE_MORE_POPUP}
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| Author | Friends Reunited | |
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Heh. Work. Who needs it? {MESSAGE_MORE_POPUP}
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| Author | NeverAgain. Again. | |
sp3ccylad |
She's done it again, hasn't she? The Osterberg/Sp3ccylad sonic partnership has come up trumps again with this re-mix/remaster of Never Again. Call me biased, but I think it's fantastic. {MESSAGE_MORE_POPUP}
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| Author | Never Again | |
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Bleak. {MESSAGE_MORE_POPUP}
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| Author | I Fall Through Clouds | |
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A snappy little bit of psychedelia, this - released on a day that marked both my birthday and my 10,000th play! This is getting to be probably the favourite of my songs. {MESSAGE_MORE_POPUP}
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| Author | Love Theme for the Deputy Prime Minister | |
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All great love affairs need theme music. This is no exception. {MESSAGE_MORE_POPUP}
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| Author | Clapping Man | |
sp3ccylad |
Bit late posting a comment about this. I've been busy. A great song, by a great artist: the incomparable Maggie Osterberg. It's part one of an occasional project I call Pillowcases - a series of cover versions of songs I really enjoy on MacIdol. Hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed making it. It's the first time in a while I've had problems controlling my emotions while I sing. It's a wonderful song, and I hope I did it justice. {MESSAGE_MORE_POPUP}
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| Author | Surely | |
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A domestic tale of invisibility and intangibilty, illustrated with a lime-green see-through descant recorder. So; I did learn something useful at school after all. {MESSAGE_MORE_POPUP}
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| Author | More Pieces Than People | |
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An odd duck, this. Don't mind admitting it. What do you think? {MESSAGE_MORE_POPUP}
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| Author | i want to talk | |
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What is it about British Summer Time? The moment the clocks go forward, I get all productive. This is a bit experimental. I like it, though. {MESSAGE_MORE_POPUP}
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| Author | The Same Way Too (acoustic version) | |
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Let's calm things down. I'm feeling a bit fragile today - and a little scared. This seemed the perfect remake. I think I'm right, on reflection. {MESSAGE_MORE_POPUP}
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| Author | You Don't Own Me | |
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I'm kind of hacked off with the music industry. 90% of it is shite, let's face it. People get told what to listen to, and it stifles talent to an incredible degree. Well, I'm sorry - You Don't Own Me. {MESSAGE_MORE_POPUP}
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| Author | Oi, You! | |
sp3ccylad |
MacIdol returns, and I go a bit crackers with an old song. Can you blame me? {MESSAGE_MORE_POPUP}
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| Author | Lucky You | |
sp3ccylad |
A fruity bit of something-or-other here - god only knows what was going through my head. I do like it though. Kinky stuff. {MESSAGE_MORE_POPUP}
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| Author | Insomnia | |
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Sleepless nights just lately - there's a worry on the horizon. Decided to express the feeling in this abstract, noodly piece that tips a wink to one of my favourite records from my teenage years (ah, but which one?). {MESSAGE_MORE_POPUP}
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| Author | Daisychain (remix/master) | |
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Well, here I go. Always had a lot of time for Daisychain, seeing as it got me my first piece of interweb stardom an' all. It's got a tad more oomph now. {MESSAGE_MORE_POPUP}
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| Author | Another Finer Mess | |
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MacIdol stalwart Adam Finer gives us a blues bassline with drums and says "do your best." Ever the contrary, I decide to do my worst. {MESSAGE_MORE_POPUP}
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| Author | Camoflage | |
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An odd duck this one - a bleak piece of electronica. Not really my frame of mind right now, but it's digging into my past a bit. Right: you know too much. I'll stop right there. EDIT: Listen to the remosterberged version by the gorgeous Maggie Osterberg. Big and swampy like only she can make it, it brings out the dancefloor beast lurking inside. {MESSAGE_MORE_POPUP}
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| Author | Hey, You! (revisited) | |
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I've gone back to this song as, although it's one of my favourites, I always felt it lacked punch. I think it's now got said punch, as it sounds less like 1-2-3 and sounds more like Instant Karma!, which is how I heard it in the first place. What do you think? {MESSAGE_MORE_POPUP}
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| Author | Spun Out | |
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A chamber piece if you like - an experiment in buiding texture. The lyrics took me a bit by surprise - splurging out like they were already written. I really like this. Hope you do too. {MESSAGE_MORE_POPUP}
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| Author | Everything Has A Price | |
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Ooh. What is this? Angry words and a backing track that sounds like something Troy Tempest would play on his car radio on the wayto Marineville after a dirty weekend with Marina. However - the contents of Phones' iPod must remain a mystery forever. Shame really - that cat was ahead of his time, man. {MESSAGE_MORE_POPUP}
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| Author | ESP | |
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After a break to regroup and try some new ways of working, I'm back. And what better way to restart than with a good bit of glow-sticks-at-the-ready dance music? Starting off with a good chattery electro beat, it quickly mutates into a banging four-to-the-floor slice of 127bpm house. As you'd expect from me. Dance. You know you want to. {MESSAGE_MORE_POPUP}
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| Author | I'm Talking About You | |
sp3ccylad |
Open tunings and acoustic guitar. This playing live lark is getting to me. {MESSAGE_MORE_POPUP}
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| Author | Make It Happen | |
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Oh: this is forlorn. A dear friend who won't loosen up (god knows she's trying) gets sung to. And yeah. Call me. Anytime you like, call me anything you like. I won't care. Make it happen. {MESSAGE_MORE_POPUP}
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| Author | Wait For Me | |
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I was sitting at my desk one day last week when a colleague handed me a chord diagram. "Dunno what that is," he said, "but you might want to try it." I did. It ended up as the mainstay of this piece - a very adult take on the clandestine relationship. {MESSAGE_MORE_POPUP}
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| Author | Waiting (Done with it version) | |
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Right. I've done five versions of this song, two of which have seen the light of day. This is the second, and it's a bit different. Moody, swampy, frustrated and mysterious. Give it a listen. {MESSAGE_MORE_POPUP}
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| Author | Morning After | |
sp3ccylad |
You sleep on the sofa and you have no idea why. Is it just me? {MESSAGE_MORE_POPUP}
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| Author | Yeah, Yeah... | |
sp3ccylad |
Chattering drum machines, cut-up guitars and distorted vocals: I've finally let rip the way I've needed to for a while... {MESSAGE_MORE_POPUP}
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| Author | The Same Way Too | |
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A plinky-plonky, yet oddly desperate song. I caught a moment of crisis and put it to music. I'm pleased with it. {MESSAGE_MORE_POPUP}
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| Author | Hey You! | |
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A joyous piece of pop-soul with sextuple-tracked backing vocals, horns... and the kitchen sink! {MESSAGE_MORE_POPUP}
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| Author | i wish i was a theramin | |
sp3ccylad |
your hands playing me without touching my mouth doing your bidding and music flowing endlessly. A 60 second gem. {MESSAGE_MORE_POPUP}
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| Author | Song for the Lost | |
sp3ccylad |
A vocal instrumental with a degree in melancholy can be yours for the price of one click. {MESSAGE_MORE_POPUP}
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| Author | Get it Right | |
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Melodically angry, a plea to an ex-close friend to realise where his head is becomes a glistening pile of synth and guitar. Ah, it had to happen. {MESSAGE_MORE_POPUP}
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| Author | Take Me Away to The March of the Cartoon Ants | |
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The lad goes pop, complete with accapella breaks, backing vocals and - gosh - a middle 8. What next? Oh, yeah: a 139 bpm slice of silliness. catch that funk guitar and marvel at his wrist. What must his teenage years have been like? {MESSAGE_MORE_POPUP}
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| Author | Dream (Me and You) | |
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A minute's idle whistling and strumming sets me off on an experiment in 60's production values. Better than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick, I feel. {MESSAGE_MORE_POPUP}
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| Author | Geometry 1 | |
sp3ccylad |
All plinky-plonk and ambient this. Music to get a massage to. {MESSAGE_MORE_POPUP}
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| Author | Waiting (demo) | |
sp3ccylad |
Maggie O got me all lo-fi and this is the result. The song is 15-ish years old and the performance is one take. {MESSAGE_MORE_POPUP}
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| Author | Me & Maggie O | |
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She got drunk and I sorta gatecrashed. The results have not been destroyed. {MESSAGE_MORE_POPUP}
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| Author | Randy/Horny | |
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A blast from the past as our lad explores his roots... {MESSAGE_MORE_POPUP}
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| Author | Candlelight | |
sp3ccylad |
Fingersnaps and wakka-wakka. Slap on that Brut 33, hit the dimmer switch. It's time for luurve. {MESSAGE_MORE_POPUP}
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| Author | Guilty | |
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Nights can be very long. {MESSAGE_MORE_POPUP}
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| Author | Fire in your Eyes | |
sp3ccylad |
GB 2.0 ships and Sp3ccylad goes pop. Enjoy! {MESSAGE_MORE_POPUP}
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| Author | Rain in the Summertime | |
sp3ccylad |
Another day, another song. This one harking back to an odd day in my life that I never quite understood. {MESSAGE_MORE_POPUP}
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| Author | Wah-Wah Waa | |
sp3ccylad |
Is not only how I feel with this terrible abscess but also a tune I put together. Oddly, it all started with me sitting with my MIDI keyboard on my lap listening to PWEI's Def Con One. 18 hours later, we get this. No, I don't understand it. {MESSAGE_MORE_POPUP}
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| Author | Daisychain | |
sp3ccylad |
After the controlled nastiness of Look At Me, we hit altogether happier territory with Daisychain. Three-and-a-half minutes of pure dance. Well: once Phil bloody Spector has made his mind up, anyway. The song is in C and so is the harmonica. Odd. {MESSAGE_MORE_POPUP}
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| Author | Look At Me | |
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An peculiar song this; and it is a song, with proper lyrics and structure and all. I hope you like it. {MESSAGE_MORE_POPUP}
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| Author | Done Screaming | |
sp3ccylad |
Yes, another new tune: the product of harking back to a bad time in my life and getting it out of my system. On another level the first product of my new M-Audio Keystation 49e. God, I love that keyboard. {MESSAGE_MORE_POPUP}
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| Author | Harmonica Dub | |
sp3ccylad |
Mouth organ, heavy bass and singing. Singing? {MESSAGE_MORE_POPUP}
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| Author | Green | |
sp3ccylad |
It's a groove for houseplants. Oh yes. {MESSAGE_MORE_POPUP}
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| Author | Spiraldust is here. | |
sp3ccylad |
Go on, have a listen. {MESSAGE_MORE_POPUP}
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| Author | Here we go again. | |
sp3ccylad |
Well, I was finishing off Blue Shimmer, had a bit of time on my hands and decided to look at some of the song fragments I had lying around. The result? Heartbeat: 4 minutes of quiet paranoia brought on by too much public access cable when I lived in America that sounds like Brian Eno has a long-lost son living in Yorkshire. Well, a long-lost son with learning difficulties. Let's not get presumptious here. {MESSAGE_MORE_POPUP}
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| Author | New Song | |
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After the "smack 'em in the face" E-phat organ-driven Big Beat madness of Christmas Groove, I felt we all needed to come down a notch and lay off the food colouring. So: say hello to Blue Shimmer, a TR-808-underscored techno-trance thing with a nod to some of the late 70's pioneers in this field. Oh, those Germans. Hint - listen to the hi-fi version on headphones: the rhythm track was carefully tweaked to have a similar effect on the sinuses to a heavy overdose of nasal spray. That mid-range thwack that sounds like helicopter rotor blades is fairly intense. {MESSAGE_MORE_POPUP}
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| Author | Welcome one and all | |
sp3ccylad |
Enjoy. It's been a while since I let music of mine out the cage. Check back for more. {MESSAGE_MORE_POPUP}
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