THE INVISIBLE UNDEAD

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I was up on the cliffs again, this time checking out a place called The Redoubt. I like the emptiness up there. I even got a few words together after the visit, but first I better tell you about the place and its hauntings.

The Redoubt is a fortress that was later reinforced with caponiers in the 1860s to counter the perceived threat of invasion by Napoleon III. It was home and workplace to the regiments of the British Army for over 150 years. A great many soldiers died here. This place was the scene of tragedy. It is these circumstances which are believed to be the root cause of hauntings.

We could not have found a more clinically pure venue to investigate with no other access available, no passing persons, no wildlife, no insecure doors or windows and no interference from power or light sources yet we encountered a host of unexplained noises from the loud and forcible to the quiet and serene. Light sources were not always explainable. Drafts and feelings were explainable.

What are we left with? A number of totally unexplained noises in a building that had no facility to make them on its own.”

Source: Ghost Connections


Next, my words – perhaps the beginnings of a lyric for a song sometime.


In the darkness you can hear them
The ones who never got away
Blood on chalk, pain then death
But the soul, it don’t decay


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They sing the ballad of the unnamed soldier
When the Sun has gone to bed
They won’t be going home again
The invisible undead


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Lost love, lost limbs and broken hearts
From fighting in a war
The blackness is their prison now
Locked up behind an unlocked door


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You’ll hear them, never see them
If you ever pass by their clifftop cell
The invisible undead, the invisible undead
Outside the gates of Hell


Music wise, the closest I can get to the Invisible Undead is a piece of sound art I made a few years back called ‘March of The Dead’. I hope you enjoy;


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As ever, if any poets out there are interested in having their poems turned into songs then click here to check it out: POETRY TO SONG


If you are looking for all my other music then you’ll find it to download on BANDCAMP  -on the right-hand column of this blog post – or you can stream and/or make a playlist of it on SPOTIFY


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THE VIEW FROM ABOVE

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‘The Way Back Home’


Just across from me is a place called the Western Heights. It’s now just a local nature reserve, but once during the Napoleonic Wars in the 1860’s, its vast defences were designed to protect Dover from French invasion.


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It’s been said that the Western Heights of Dover were one of the most impressive fortifications in Britain.


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They comprised of a series of forts, strong points and ditches, designed to protect the country and was reputed to be the ‘strongest and most elaborate’ fortification in the whole nation.


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These days it’s a place to walk, to think and to check out the panorama…maybe dream.


Some music. K2 is high up like Western Heights only massively higher. Here’s my number ‘K2 Night’. I hope you enjoy.


If you’re interested in my inexpensive PROMO VIDEOS FOR AUTHORS  hit the link here or aim at the one at the top of this blog.


As ever, if any poets out there are interested in having their poems turned into songs then click here to check it out: POETRY TO SONG


If you are looking for all my other music then you’ll find it to download on BANDCAMP or you can stream and/or make a playlist of it on SPOTIFY


If you’re thinking about new t-shirts and similar for the summer, you might be interested in ZOOLON’S MERCHANDISE


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DOORWAY TO THE ROOM OF CLOUDS

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‘Doorway to The Room of Clouds’


‘One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
I discovered that my castle stands
Upon pillars of salt, and pillars of sand’
Coldplay


I thought I’d try something random again, just writing the first thing/things that came into my head. I’ve not done it for awhile. Here we go – fingers crossed. A letter; 


Dear Marie Antoinette aka Miss Misfit,

I painted a portrait of you. In water colours. I got them for next to nothing in a charity shop. I couldn’t afford canvas and oils. It was rubbish. I can’t paint.

It’s cold and rainy today, just like yesterday. Storms from the North Atlantic. I got soaked chasing the rainbows end. I only chased it for the pot of gold. It wasn’t there.

I never did get a replacement dog. Soon maybe. Maybe not. I wonder what happened to your toy spaniel? I never did catch its name.

Will you remember to remember me? Sometimes? Ever? Never?

I’m making a new song. Just for you. It should be finished come December. A ballad. Not quite a ballad. Acoustic, obviously. Minor chords wouldn’t have it any other way. A festive time present you’re too far away to hear. Sound travels only so far. Then it dies. The song hasn’t got a name yet.

I’ll turn this letter into a neat paper dart. I’ll aim it your way. I’m sick of posting things.

This’ll make you laugh. Some types of parking meters fascinate me. The ones that look as though they have a face with eyes, nose and mouth, but no ears. I’ve photographed some. In France, in summer, I took pics of unusual doors. One of them was a door to nowhere. If you’re looking for a metaphor there isn’t one. Not this time.

It’s a shame you talked about cakes when no one knew what cakes were. You caused a revolution. Impressive.

Best Wishes,

Zoolon aka I Hunt-Alone (mostly)


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‘Doorway to an Apple Tree – just the one’


Here’s another track from the new album. It’s called ‘Laid Back Groove – G Minor’. Even though it’s a backing track aimed mainly at other musicians it – and the rest of the numbers – stands alone and is part of that 3 hour/20 track new album, ‘Guitar Jam, Volume 1 – Zoolon Audio Backing Tracks’. I hope you enjoy;


If you’re interested the new album can be downloaded at BANDCAMP   It costs just £6.50 or currency equivalent wherever you live.


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‘DON’T LOOK BACK IN ANGER’

mushrooms‘Six Wives of Henry’

All I asked for was a plain omelette. I was in France at the time so what I said must have got lost in translation. What I got served up was a mushroom omelette. I hated mushrooms. Always had.  However, one bite later I discovered I loved mushrooms. That was about a year ago and I’ve been addicted ever since. I eat them most every day, apart from the days I forget to eat. I can’t get enough of them. Even on those days I forget to eat, I think about mushrooms all the time. I even include them in my favourite of all favourite meals, homemade Macaroni Cheese.

I got a mushroom related Christmas gift. ‘Grow Your Own Mushrooms In Doors’ it said on the box – note the spelling mistake on the packaging. Even dyslexic me eventually picked up on that one although at first it left me confused for a while, thinking how am I going to grow my mushrooms ‘in a door’ when all my doors are solid wood, painted gloss white. True.

I’d never grown any plant type things before. After I’d eventually unwrapped the box, I took a look inside. I presumed the present was a p**s take. It was just a box full of dirt. Nearly a month later and my mushrooms are beginning to happen. I keep the box in the dark in the cupboard under the stairs where all the shoes I’ve forgotten I ever owned and a broken violin live. The pic I took (above) reveals all. As the first six mushrooms appeared I thought I’d give them names. I went for the six wives of Henry XIII. Big mistake that was. Three of his wives were all called Catherine, two Anne and one Jane. I should have thought it through better. The big mushroom, top and left of centre is Anne of Cleeves. Off centre, top right is Anne Boleyn. I can’t remember who’s who after that.

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I was on my way to the harbour, looking forward to a breakfast of poached eggs (and mushrooms) when I saw a freak of nature. It couldn’t have come at a worse time as I thought my confusion levels had already peaked. A cormorant with its head on back-to-front. Obviously I had to take a pic, otherwise no one would have believed me. I had to give him a name. I chose ‘Ivan Issue’ – it sort of fits. I spent the rest of the day with ‘Don’t Look Back in Anger’ by Oasis on a loop inside my head. I hope Ivan’s mates don’t give him a bad time. Sometimes I wonder why life is so confusing away from my guitars.

After a lot of thought I’ve let Zoolon loose on Instagram. If any of you on WP are also on Instagram and want a follower who follows back and who also takes time out to view your stuff I’d be only too pleased to oblige. Here’s my first post there, a bit of free form guitar. I hope you like it;

Time for some music. Another from the new instrumental album, ‘THE FORGOTTEN DAUGHTER OF ZEUS’. This one is called, ‘Summer Died on a Saturday’. I hope you enjoy;

The 11 track, 45 minute long album itself is available to download at Bandcamp per the below;

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GOODNIGHT CLEO

cleopatra 1658 guido cagnacci‘The Death of Cleopatra’ by Guido Cagnacci – 1658

The air was still. The day was cold and bleak. From the chimney stack, all along either side of the rooftop there was a static murmuration of starlings looking a bit worried. I gave up counting when I got to sixty.

In town, what’s left of the roof of what was once a posh hotel until it got burnt out years ago, maybe the same number of pigeons, maybe more. I had to look up the collective noun for pigeons. I wish I hadn’t because they’ve got loads. None of them very imaginative. Then again, pigeons don’t major in creativity. I settled for just the two. A bunch of pigeons flying is a ‘flight’; a bunch of pigeons hanging out together is called a ‘flock’. Why double up?

There’s a reason for everything that happens. In the case of the murmuration of static starlings and the flock of pigeons hanging out doing nothing much except looking worried, it was because the sky immediately above the rooftops was a sea mist so dense the sun had got bored and given up on trying to burn it off.

Seagulls? None to be seen anywhere. I guessed they’d all flown across The Channel to France where the skies were blue. Good thinking.

Later, in the music shop, the owner didn’t leave me in peace when I was road-testing a guitar. He kept talking on and on and on. I kept trying to play the guitar. I lost the will when he said apropos nothing that he could restring a guitar blindfolded. I gave up on road-testing his guitars.

On the way out of the shop his wife at the till where I wasn’t spending any money called me over and told me that her husband was a liar and couldn’t restring a guitar blindfolded. I’d already guessed that. Only a genius could do that.

Outside I got to thinking why do blindfolds exist when anyone, if they really wanted to, could just shut their eyes and get the same effect. It gets annoying when people put things inside my head that I didn’t want to know in the first place.

Back home instead of starting work I had to check out on Google exactly why blindfolds exist. What I learnt was that they’re used as sleep masks; when playing ‘pin the tail on the donkey’; kidnapping victims; executions, sex games and some other odd things. I wish I hadn’t checked it out as all those things could be achieved by just closing your eyes and I knew that in the first place. Another ten minutes of my life I won’t get back.

Time for some music. A new composition. The first time I’ve created music using my new Fender Vintage American Telecaster. It’s called ‘Goodnight Cleopatra’. I can only compose guitar genre instrumental stuff when I have a picture in my head. On this occasion it was Cleo around the time she let a poisonous asp have a bite of her to end it all. I tried to reflect in music what would have been her mindset variations at the time. I’m liking the build. I hope you enjoy;

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A PRINCESS WHO MORPHED INTO A FISH

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(I typed her name in Google Images and this pic came up. I’m guessing this isn’t the Princess though) 

In my last post I mentioned noticing a road sign outside Lidl’s in Folkestone (free parking for 90 minutes) named after St Eanswythe (aka Ēanswīþ or Eanswide).  I guessed she might be the Patron Saint of Dyslexics but got it wrong. Anyway, she’s been on my mind ever since. It isn’t the fact that she was an Anglo-Saxon princess that stayed with me or that she died in 640 aged just 26. It was the fact that her party trick was to turn into a fish. A fish! Why a fish? I suppose that living by the sea was a stroke of luck for a princess prone to morphing into a fish.  If say she’d been an Arab princess living out in the desert, then turning into a fish would likely mean certain, almost instant death.

What added value did she get out of turning into a fish? Apparently, a pagan prince fancied Eanswythe something rotten but it came to nothing. When he asked her out for a drink one night she replied, “Sorry but I fancy turning into a haddock tonight, perhaps another time.”  It was probably for the best as being pagan he would have had no hope of spelling Eanswythe let alone Ēanswīþ or Eanswide so would never have coped come the day he had to send her a birthday card.

I got to wondering how the Pope would have made her a Saint. Impressive as turning herself into a fish might be, I couldn’t see that that was the thing that got her the sainthood, so I did some research locally. What I found out was that back in the day there was a drought and the people living at the top of the town were dying of dehydration. However, downtown there was a well and the then Princess Eanswythe went to the well, said a prayer and the water from the well defied gravity and started to flow up the hill so the peasants could have a drink at last – why the peasants didn’t just walk down the hill to the well I don’t know, it’s only about a quarter mile walk and not that steep. Whatever, that’s what impressed The Pope. I was also told that The Pope might have been misinformed as local rumour has it that the blokes of Folkestone set up a rudimentary pumping station at the site of the well and worked their socks off – that is if socks had been invented back then – pumping the water up the hill. That to me sounds like Princess Eanswythe was telling porkies. I’m glad I don’t do religion.

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A POEM FOR PRINCESS EANSWYTHE

Let’s change the rules of engagement

Let’s throw caution to the wind

Let’s speak no more of you being a haddock

Because when you tell lies you’ve sinned

Thinking about it, those two first lines might make it into a new song. Thank you, Princess! I wonder if she died a human or a fish?

Time for some music. First one of mine, ‘Ticking Clock’ from the ‘Dream Rescuer album. I hope you enjoy;

 

Next the song, ‘Blue Skies’ from Noah & The Whale’s excellent ‘First Days of Spring’ album;

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A POSTCARD FROM BEFORE

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(me having a laugh with my GoPro)

I’ve been mucking about with new lyrics/melodies lately. Some are working; some I let fly away back where they came from. For random reasons I’ll probably never figure out, history has been on my mind – perhaps the flavour of French history from last week has stayed with me? Anyway, it’s the small pieces of history that never made the history books that fascinates me. The song I’m working on presently, ‘A Postcard from Before’ is themed on the people who never got talked about much from back in the dark days of WW2. Somewhere down the line, when I get my act together this may appear on a new album as a whole song. I hope so. 

A POSTCARD FROM BEFORE (extract from a new song)

I found a bent and buckled postcard date-stamped 8th May 1944,

Sent back home to England to an address that is no more,

I couldn’t make out the signature, just the words, “What are we fighting for?’

I love you, I’ll be back home soon, after this nightmare of a war”

 

I wondered if he made it home, if he managed to get out alive,

Or in a battle on the frontline some place, maybe he didn’t survive?

And at the house that’s now demolished, did she wait in hope he would arrive,

In hope that come the peacetime, they had a love story to revive

 

I’ll sing a song of hope for them,

Even though they’re now no longer here,

I’ll sing a song of hope for them,

I’ll sing a song of hope for them,

I’ll sing a song of hope for them,

Won’t let their memory just disappear.

Here’s a piece of music, an older number I wrote a while back, ‘Rebirth’ to accompany the words. A substitute piece of music I know, but the sentiment feels right. Hope you like it;

Here’s a piece of music, an older number I wrote a while back, ‘Rebirth’ to accompany the words. A substitute piece of music I know, but the sentiment feels right. Hope you like it;

https://soundcloud.com/zoolon/rebirth

By the way, here’s link to my new album, ‘DREAM RESCUER’. It costs not much, and is available worldwide.  If you fancy buying it and feel able to post a review on Bandcamp, I’d appreciate it.

Also, the Zoolon Audio website it is at www.zoolonaudio.com

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FROM ECHOES TO DOWNLOADS

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(above, a photo I took in Ramsgate for no particular reason) 

Zoolon’s brief take on, ‘From Echoes to Downloads’.

We all take for granted that we can download whatever music we like. Even vinyl has made a spectacular comeback, plus CD’s are still selling well.  What interests me is just when was it the case that perfection in the eye of the composer could be preserved forever and listened to time and time again? How did that unfold?

We know that from the day human consciousness evolved, humans would have been aware of the sound of the elements; the pulse and noises of things like wind, thunder claps, running fresh water, the rhythms of the sea, birdsong and the sound of their own voices. But what made them eventually want to control sound to create music and turn it into an art form?

I think it is likely the discovery of the acoustics created by certain places, like the caves early man lived in, as well as the spaces they hunted in, the moods of the oceans, the plains, the forests made them subliminally think they were onto something. It was probably that they were just not sure what it was at first.  Couple natures acoustics with raw human emotion as an inspiration and they would also have concluded that they had made a major discovery. Basically, through playing around with the acoustics of the environment, using things like conch shells and hollow bones, rudimentary music was born – even if our knuckle dragging forefathers would have not necessarily seen it as art just yet.  Early cave paintings support the theory that acoustics prompted the making of music. Imagine stone age human hearing an echo for the first time? They’d just have to play around with its source and their own voice, or get spooked beyond belief. Cave paintings of gatherings suggest that caves were not just places to sleep and keep safe in, but also places of tribal rituals and celebrations. With the unique acoustics to be found in caves, plus the shells and hollow bones instruments, sounds that fitted the mood of an occasion or event would be the icing on the cake.  From there, controlled sound evolved into organised melody. Acoustics however, remain the key. For example, it is impossible for an orchestra to perform a symphony in an unsuitable venue. It would just sound rubbish. Good acoustics or no performance.

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(cave art containing at least four different instruments) 

Then there is the human voice to consider. We know that the Greeks and Romans used horn-like contraptions to enhance and project voices, thus applying a different man-made take on controlling acoustics. A well-fed baritone could sing to a crowd and get heard. The birth of operatic possibilities? Whatever, the rest is history, mankind’s intuition saw to that.

Quantum leap moment! It wasn’t until we learned to capture sound that perfection could be preserved. Enter, Thomas Edison, because he started what would just get better and better for in 1877 he invented the phonograph, a device that not just recorded sound (others had already invented plain recording kit) but could also, importantly, reproduce it.  From Edison’s invention, an embryonic music industry began life.

As the quality of sound capture technology improved the situation, as of now, arose whereby a musical composition of the perfect studio recording or live gig could be kept safe and sound forever and be listened to time and time again by anyone, anywhere, exactly as it was when first performed.  Before this, the work of the great composers could never be heard the same way twice. Imagine that!

The only downside to having an artist capture her/his perfect composition and have it played time and time again is that when I was in a store last week they were playing Adele. Not good.

Below, a first capture and replay of sound. Not a great start on the face of it – even though it’s still better than Adele – and some thought Edison a crooked tealeaf, but this was where our ‘take for granted’ downloads all began.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g3qPT30LejM

Should want to check out the Zoolon Audio website, we are at www.zoolonaudio.com