I’m in New York, at the mix of the Carl Barat record which has been recorded over the last month. The recording process was wonderful, cycling in to work every day, recording drums with Seb Rochford, writing new sections to songs spontaneously, doing strings and woodwind on 6 songs in 6 hours, and enjoying Carl’s scattershot but passionate approach to making music. I think that with this record, people are going to see what a truly fine writer and performer he is.
The mix, being done by Andrew Wyatt with input from myself, is involving a lot of dismantling and distorting of the material. I’m surprised and rather gratified at the ease with which I can let go of much of the work that has been painstakingly created over the last month. The only thing that matters is that the music sounds good. In a Brooklyn bookstore I happened upon the Collected Writings Of Morton Feldman (one of my favourite composers) and in a strange synchronicity, which I take to be an omen, many of his polemical observations are curiously apposite:
“Where in life we do everything we can to avoid anxiety, in music we must pursue it”; “Everything we use to make art is precisely what kills it”; “Step aside in order to be in control… controls can be thought of as nothing more than accepted practise”; “For art to succeed, its creator must fail.”; “The great mistake lies in looking for experience in the object rather than in ourselves”
Earlier this month I dipped into modern classical music for real, playing a piece at Kammer Klang before doing an improvised set. It was rather terrifying and much more challenging that the Gavin Bryars stuff I did last year. The other musicians were very kind to me but I still felt like a dumb rock kid hanging out with professors. Then the following day I was playing guitar on the new Trevor Horn-produced Estelle single, trying to get my pop/R&B chops together. Trevor reminds me of a kind of benevolent monarch. He has a sort of effortlessly regal quality and yet is very fun-loving. I always look forward to seeing him.
Lastly, there was the Pure Scenius concert in Brighton with Brian Eno, Karl Hyde, Jon Hopkins and The Necks. As with the Australian concert, there were 3 90-minute improvised concerts in the course of the day. Most of the Necks had flown in from Australia, Jon had come from LA, and I had tonsilitis and was on a load of painkillers, so everyone was floating around a bit. But sometimes I find it’s better to be in a slightly distracted mood because it helps take the edge off the nerves. In the end it was a wonderfully fulfilling and relaxing day, less fraught than the Sydney shows and perhaps the better for it. The audience seemed subdued at first, but were on their feet 6 hours later.
Now back to work…