For nearly ten years (decade) our regular night entertainment. Tuesday night fashion show photographs from the balcony possibly before the Dj equipment was moved downstairs. Central bottom top is either Dover street wine bar, Arts Club or Chelsea arts club.
The Marque club, then conrans mezzo restaurant, weekend entertainment friday and saturday helping out dressing up being loud, pulling making loads of hot air & rolling to our own nineteen seventies beat. After party shot with Helena.
Eurodisney Bunnyrabbit helmet on ready to bring the band in on drums, Joanne & Suzzanne backstage, both featured in many different live and studio recordings with me over the years.
The first sequencer I had was an internal Korg M1 workstation, I used to demo rhythms and programme bass parts to practice Jazz solos with and look into how far the one board could let me recreate the music I listened to. The piano sound was very distinctive I particularly remember it in silent movie soundtracks but I vaguely recall ever finishing the parts.
My interest in computers stems from late 1980s programming in C++ MS DOS or pascal. The first computer sequencer for me was the Voyetra on PC, the Atari magic Notator then Cubase, with which I remained for a very long time.
Looking at the computer keyboard and the piano keys I noticed a skyline phenomenon like central London, (Canary Wharf today — not yet built) or the capital cities in travel brochures. Going big time I could see large format mixing consoles also representing this townscape. Dwelling upon this I settled for promoting my musical recording skills under the name 'Funky Town Studio' there were no points to be gained in copying a Lipps inc title if the "Big theres only one of these thatters turned it into a shambles" I just admitted I liked the Lipps song but it had FA to do with why I chose the name, it was the architecture from the equipment.
As we promoted locally the adverts mainly drew in clients of a funk nature Hip Hop Rap and Jazz, we wanted to broaden this so we had a chat and shortened it to FT studio, the name as with Lipps fought the uniqueness of the financial times acronym but to be honest apart from a few musicians known as 'Bread Heads' the devils who would want cash on the gig and want it now and want more than their image was worth ( so the song goes) it wasn't bothering us and TBH i can't see anything bad about financial investment in the creative arts and i probably wouldn't get the plagiarists ripping my copy book for that.
In 2010 we made a record featuring Rupert Packard, his usual hat is a school teacher but he wrote this amazing song called "Put Your Weapons Down" A few months ago we undertook a review of the lyrics and the team and i focused on the line "Cause the streets are filled with rivers of blood, urban violence and modern disease" It rung 2 bells for us, The book of Enoch (a Fallen Angel and omitted from most libraries) and Enoch powells ****y speech in Birmingham causing delirium and paranoia and a real perception of threat from residents. The book Enoch was written 300 ish years before the New Testament and includes almost verbatim Ruperts lyric. It bothered us that the illusion he was creating could be aligned with a mega racist like Enoch Powell, but we did unlock a mystery as to why Enoch quoted verbatim, using the religious text to 'lean' on upright convictions of the religious community and underwriting insurance that these very cool minds would not instantly flare out and call him for what he was.
Also it didn't entertain me as much as the beat did when we recorded it. It floats as a song but i think people prefer their lyrics without blood curling quotes from school teachers.
At first i thought, this is clinical nihilistic moneterising of single people for use as chemical dissolvents in an observant process of surmising reflections of Saal Eh Kaddin then i figured behest to what i thought i knew the most accurate interpretation was pink processing people to prevent duplication via ecumechanical means thus bypassing what is presumed as the metropolitan elite AKA wadds of money.