An attempt at a seascape. Named after the delightful village that clings to the rocks of the
North Yorkshire coast, a few miles north of Whitby. Chrissie and I visited there in August of 2009.
In the Shadow of the Red Rock
First piece written in a long time, while still recovering from last year's
breakdown. Until now, I have always seen it as a moral duty to try and write hopeful music in a world
tainted with stupidity, greed and cruelty. Now I could not write such music even if I still wanted to.
Though this is probably the darkest piece I have written I find I am very satisfied with it as a true
statement of my feelings about the world at large, and where it all seems to be heading.
This piece is inspired by memories of a particular evening in my 'naughtier' youth. It involved a talking
cat, dancing chimney pots, a miraculous trail of cigarettes that turned up just when I needed them, and throughout, a very bright,
full and square moon. There's actually a part missing from this that I am trying to reinstate but the original mix is lost and
the remix is proving non-trivial.
The title is one of the Roman names for the Danube. Certain aspects of this piece are reminiscent in style,
for me anyway, of a certain electronic Jazz pioneer who has strong associations with Europe's most historic river.
I've got this thing about the brightest star in the constellation of Taurus, Aldebaran. No I won't go any further.
Anyway, this was an attempt to fulfill my wife's request for a psy-trance track. A miserable failure in that respect. Sustained
four-square music does my head in. Life's too short. This was written during the time of the invasion of Iraq and I considered the
title 'An American in Baghdad', as a cynical play on Gershwin, but I wasn't sure if that would breach the bounds of taste. There are
places in this where the drums get in the way, which I will fix one day if I can find the original mix.
This, for me, would make a cool car chase sequence for a Sci-Fi thriller.