Unbeknownst No More

Observant visitors will note that I have taken the ‘wordpress’ out of the URL and magicked it into another dimension. This post is for the rest of you.

The domain change means I’ll be uploading music files straight to my very own (pretend) website. It also means that unbeknownst recordings, former host to my jazz recording project ‘unbeknownst’, is closed for business. I have had a chat with my singer and recording partner, Lee, and there’s no possibility of turning that particular project into a gigging concern. So, after a final recording session in July, I’ll be drawing it to a close – and posting the full results here. In due course I’ll also be transferring all the bio details over here as a record of the whole thing from 2005 to 2009.

I have a live gig coming up on May 20 at a local den of iniquity, more gigs coming up in July and the possibility of forming a country outfit by the end of the year, so I am of firm resolve and generally undeterred, although honestly, it could have been a kicking band.

C’est la vie…



A Little Dog Called Snuckles

Mp3 link: Passenger Dreams.

Do you remember falling asleep in the back of a car, the sunlight flicking through your eyelids when the car went past trees, the radio on just above the hum of the engine, the driver silent? Best thing.

To me it seemed a good thing to write a song about, too. It’s another song built around a groovy bass riff.

This mp3 is a recent mix down of the track, which is actually about three years old – the vocals were one of the first things Lee and I did together. It is supposed to be bassy and moody, but not quite so much as this mp3 would lead you to believe, as some of the definition has gone from the instruments in the rip process.

There’s lot of weird stuff hidden in the deep background, as I wanted to give it a dreamy, subconscious feel. In particular I have inserted at various points an mp3 of a famous blooper from U.S. AM Radio stalwart Casey Kasem, in which he gets angry about being set up to give a dedication about someone’s dog dying (a little dog called Snuckles) right after having come out of a happy ‘up-tempo ‘number. Not realizing the mike is still on, Kasem totally loses his shit and berates the studio tech guys with all sorts of demands (and foul language).

It’s pretty good to hear, especially for those of us who grew up with his voice representing a kind of smug and distinctly American self-control.

Something we can all understand...

Something we can all understand...

Seeing as it’s mixed so quietly in the song (it is in there, believe me…) you might want to listen to the mp3 on its own. It is here.

Keep your feet on the ground, Casey.