Smudgeon: Peeling Paint + The Ivy

Post-midnight, the hours drag like knives; the seconds scrape by like needles. Blinking lights on a console, a twitching eyelid, and a warning note on the edge of your hearing. Pastel green paint flakes. You make it to sunrise, blow the steam gently off a cup of thin tea, and stay awake long enough to remember: same routine tonight.

Live from a bunker, somewhere in 1971.

Sometimes, it happens so quickly. On the edge of sleep, a tiny loop caught in my mind. It didn’t end up anything like I planned in my head. However, I liked the results, and it is rare that I knock over two tracks I like in such quick succession.

There is a narrative here. I’ll let you know once it is more solid, concrete.

Smudgeon: Numbers

So recently, I found myself back in Audacity, making noises and figuring things out.

One of the things I discovered about myself is that being creative, putting noises together to create feelings, moods, responses – this helps me organise my thoughts better. A lot of clutter lives in my mind. Sometimes, putting sound down helps me to clear up, to clarify, and to get my own thoughts in order.