‘MANDY’S DOOR’

folkestone sky‘For Free’ by Zoolon

The brainwasher wearing the grey suit that sparkled said he drove an Audi Quattro. He asked what I drove. I lied and said a skateboard. He asked why I didn’t wear, “A smart suit like mine”. I couldn’t be bothered to answer.  Also, he looked like someone who might end up on a #metoo rap. Maybe that was a bit harsh, maybe not. Later he mentioned that when he sees a door, he sees an ‘entrance’. When he spoke he acted as if he knew something no one else knew.

“What do you see when you see a door, George?”

I was going to say, ‘A door’ but said, “An exit” instead. He told me that was a negative reply. Probably was.

Outside his office, a giant office full of ethically sourced takeaway coffee cups and stressed people looking like they wanted to end it all, I noticed a fire exit door. I thought I’d like to have seen the brainwasher in the grey suit that sparkled try that door out as an entrance. Maybe my answer wasn’t so negative after all.

Out in the street just up from the office in front of a private house a white van pulled up at the same time a lady in a grey tracksuit that didn’t sparkle came out to greet the driver. A fat bloke in trainers. She apologized for collaring me before asking if I could give the van driver a hand carrying the door he was delivering upstairs. Said it was too heavy for him to carry and that she wasn’t strong enough to help. She hadn’t brushed her hair and only had one slipper on. Odd. The toenails on the foot without a slipper were, I think, painted lime green. I’m not good with colours. Anyway, I said OK, thinking all the time that this must be ‘The Day of the Door’.

The door wasn’t that heavy. Neat house inside. Now in her smart kitchen both her black cats left via the cat flap ‘exit’, reinforcing the positivity of my ‘exit’ theory of doors.

I noticed she’d brushed her hair and found her other slipper when she thanked me for helping out, offering  me a smile, a fiver and a slice of wedding cake (?). I would have settled for the smile but she insisted I take the fiver. I took the fiver, not the wedding cake.

She told me her name was Mandy, after Barry Manilow. I said nothing but thought if she’s been named after Barry Manilow then logically her name should have been Barry. I suppose I could have said my name is George, after Lana Del Ray but though better of it.

I wonder what Mandy sees when she sees a door. I never asked, maybe I should have. I guess todays song should have been dedicated to Mandy, but it’s not. This one is for Mr Brainwasher, it’s called ‘Delusional Troll’. I hope you enjoy;

There’s a new album close to completion. It’ll be out there very soon. Below, my current albums available on Bandcamp;

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WELCOME TO THE ‘HOTEL BARBED WIRE’

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‘Barbed wire used properly can be a beautiful sight’, so said the man who ought to know better. Really?  It might be when used as an art-form but not in the context you used it, mate.

Whatever, those cruel words got me thinking; got me composing a new piece for the new album. It’s an ambient instrumental reflecting the slow, hopeful journey toward what desperate migrants see as a kind of paradise, as well as what will probably be a tragic end to their exodus in the not too distant future. All they’ll find at the end of their rainbow is the disappointment of ‘Hotel Barbed Wire’ (…Such a lovely place, Such a lovely face* – not) and armed soldiers guarding the borderline blocking their way.

In writing this number I’ve purposely not let it reveal any emotion of anger. I’m not making any judgments in composing this piece. I simply want it to map out their progress across foreign lands ending in a refugee ‘crisis moment’ that needn’t happen but likely will. I hope I’m proved wrong. Anyhow, its entitled, ‘Barbed Wire’.  Music to lie back and get the vibe? I hope so;

I mentioned in my previous blog post that I’d made it into the Top 20 on ReverbNation’s UK chart. As of now I can report that Zoolon sits at No. 5 in that UK chart, plus making a significant dent in the top 100 Global chart. WP support has played a big part in this. Thank you. I even treated myself to a new guitar, a Fender Vintage Blonde American Special Telecaster to celebrate this and a few other things that have gone my way lately. My Vintage Blonde shared my bed last night. She struck a chord. True‘ ish. I’m thinking it might be time to shift some of my other guitars. Maybe, maybe not.

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EASTSIDE 1981

pole‘Discernible Connection’ by Zoolon

A couple of weeks back I mentioned that I’d post my tribute to Francesca Woodman, the amazingly talented photographic artist whose work didn’t make it big until after she had committed suicide, in New York, in January 1981, aged just 22.

The tribute is in two parts. The first a song simply named ‘Francesca’, a reflection on the person, more than her chronology. The lyric drifts between first and third person thoughts and questions.  I like to think she’d be good with that. Next, there is an instrumental, a eulogy without words. For this I have tried to capture her essence and final moments. It’s a short piece for a tragically, short life. When the melody stops, if you listen hard enough you’ll hear… well I’ll let you decide what you hear. This piece I’ve named ‘Eastside 1981’. Below, the two songs in question. I hope you enjoy the listen;

Both numbers feature on my new EP ‘The Pigeons Are Switzerland’ which is available for easy download at BANDCAMP along with my two previous albums, ‘Dream Rescuer’ & ‘Rainbows End’. In fact there’s an option, if you’re interested, to download my whole discography at a heavily discounted price.

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THE BUS STOP & THE CANINE KID

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‘A Chair’ by Someone Who Wanted a Chair

This is a 100% true. Just up from where I live there’s a road that I’m beginning to think is in another dimension in time and space. A big concept to take in.  I’ll explain. The road in question leads out of town into the countryside behind the cliffs. It has an all-important bus stop there and I think the bus stop is somehow the key that unlocks the way in and out of this ‘other dimension’.

Take yesterday, I’m driving along and by that bus stop I see a young mother holding at her breast in a kind of cuddling, yet keeping safe maternal type pose, a small white Yorkshire terrier. Nothing particularly unusual in that? I guess not, yet all the while she’s carrying the mini dog she has a little kid, a girl who has no canine-like features, just a regular kid – about 2-3 years old I reckon – on a dog lead. True! A kid on a dog lead! How opposite to all we’ve come to know and understand is that. So, odd as it’s the other way around in my dimension. I got to wondering if when the kid gets a treat is it a normal biscuit or a dog biscuit? After that I had a flood of random thoughts hit me, too many to deal with in one go.

Anyhow, that got me thinking in a ‘putting 2 + 2 together’ way. You see, just last week at the same bus stop I saw this local, by all accounts, totally blind man who I hear is a really good bloke everyone likes and it’s a real a shame he’s got the eyesight of a bat – although I don’t personally know him – resting one hand on his white walking stick and with the other hand he’s got open an AA Map Book that he’s totally engrossed reading like he isn’t blind! Maybe, he gets to see things in that ‘other place’ the other side of the bus stop and just had a bit of a residual sight when he entered back into our world? Who knows.

Obviously, I need to investigate some more, but something is going on, I’m sure of that. I’m just glad I’ve got a car and don’t have to take the bus out of town.

I’m now wondering if it’s the bus itself I should be focusing on, more than the bus stop. If I go missing having risked a bus journey, you’ll all know where I am and hopefully you will send out a rescue party into time and space.

zoolon other place‘Zoolon Through the Bus Stop’ by Zoolon

Now for some music. An instrumental piece I composed called ‘Time Out’. It has that other dimension in time and space feel.

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ROAD SIGNS, RAILWAY LINES & ARROWS POINTING

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(A pod of refugee helium balloons)

The above is a photo I took yesterday in a supermarket. Its full title should read, ‘A Pod of Refugee Helium Balloons Hiding from The Bextiteer Children Armed with Knitting Needles & Ladders’. That was my take on it anyhow.

A true story. A couple of days ago I got asked the most stupid question anyone has ever been asked. A mate of mine is about to take his Driving Theory Test – the test you must pass before you get to take your actual driving test. So, he asks me the question, “How many times are you allowed to drive round a roundabout?”  Obviously, I looked at him strangely, then said, “Seriously?” He says “Yes”. I say, “Until you run out of fuel, I suppose.” He says, “Are you sure?” I say, “Positive. Why do you want to know that?” His reply, “I’ve been worried sick I might get asked it in my theory test.” And I thought I was random!

Here’s a new lyric for a new melody. It’s a twist on The Allegory of The Cave. I’m not quite there with the finished song yet, so it’s just the words for now.

FAT CAT CENTRAL

Road signs, railway lines and arrows pointing

You say to me the writings on the wall

That I should go chase new horizons

Me? I think I’m heading for a fall

 

Road signs, railway lines and arrows pointing

To a place where I don’t want to be

Trading Neverland for Fat Cat Central

Trading The Sea for Concrete Destiny

 

Road signs, railway lines and arrows pointing

A flock of suited, booted fools, they lead the way

The Pied Pipers on his lunch break

Some they tumble; others stray

 

Road signs, railway lines and arrows pointing

Road signs, railway lines and arrows pointing

Road signs

Railway lines

And arrows pointing

Road signs, railway lines and arrows so disappointing

As ever it probably sings better than it reads. Here’s a song from the ‘Rainbows End’ album. It’s called, ‘All Winter Long’. I hope you enjoy;
https://www.reverbnation.com/zoolon/song/29099521-all-winter-long?wordpress=1&pwc%5Bbranded%5D=1

The ‘YOUR POETRY TO SONG’ button is at the top of the page if you’re interested.

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BECOMING ZOOLON

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This ‘something’ was written in March 2016 following an 18-month drought of creativity, triggered by having discovered the crap reality that having a decent degree doesn’t mean you just walk into a half decent job (or any job). I only stumbled on these words the other day tucked inside an old guitar case I keep under the bed. They read a bit juvenile angsty, but when I wrote them I think I was at odds with the world. It was around that time I decided to beat the unforgiving system and become Zoolon. 

THE BEAUTY OF THE CHASE

The mixed-up universe inside my head?

Yeah? What of it? And?

I used to keep it under lock and key

It’s full of bright colours, full of alphabets

I know I’ll never read or see

I remember not so long ago

I bought a season ticket to a dark place

Where I lived in a ring of shadow

Where I went missing leaving no trace

Where words and music were under curfew

Where I had no breathing space

Where I discovered the kill could never match

The beauty of the chase 

It feels weird reading that one again, anyway, time for some music. Another one from my new album, ‘Rainbows End’. Each track from the album can be downloaded for £1 or the whole ten track album for just £4 (or equivalent in whatever currency you use).  The purchase links follow the song. Anyway, this lively number is called ‘Hooked’.  I hope you enjoy;

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SHADOWS HIDE MY SCARS

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‘Shadows Hide My Scars’ is the final song from my ‘Liquid Truth’ album written about 4 years ago. This concept album, as you might recall from previous posts, is themed around Plato’s ‘Allegory of the Cave’.

This demo version reflects the moment when ‘the prisoner’ leaves the cave he’s lived in forever and heads off into what is a world outside previously unknown to him. A new reality, maybe a ‘real’ reality? All his life all he had known were shadows projected onto the wall in front of him.  Nothing else. The shadows were made for the only reality he knew and understood.  So, as the lyric to this song begins with, ‘Say Goodbye to Yesterday…’ By the way, I’ve been a bit behind with my blogging lately. I am tied up adding the final touches to my brand-new album. We haven’t fixed a release date yet, and there is still a lot of artwork to be done, but it’s almost there. I’ll be able to say more about this soon. Anyway, here’s ‘Shadows Hide My Scars’. I hope you enjoy it;

https://soundcloud.com/george-blamey-s/shadows-hide-my-scars

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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

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NO ‘SONG OF LOVE’ TODAY

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(written following the tragic events in London yesterday, a diary entry, not a poem or lyric)

Wearing headphones on a windy, rainy afternoon,

Safe, warm, tickling a keyboard and lost in composition,

Just trying to conjure up a new ‘song of love’ to sing,

While outside, and far away from here, in The Smoke,

Another lost conjurer, this one composing a ‘song of hate’,

A steering wheel for a magic ring, a knife as a magic wand,

He got to sing out loud his melody of hate, cast his evil spell,

Leaving the good and innocent dead, dying or maimed for life,

I wish I’d kept my headphones on, no more songs of love today.

Also, I think I’ve posted this short piece of music before. It’s called ‘A Life’. Somehow, after yesterday, it seems to have found a purpose.

 

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WHAT NEXT?

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Today, was the day a statue grew out of my head, and all the while the police were waiting, patiently waiting in the background, to arrest the mutant that was me.

WHAT NEXT?

I was lost somewhere in life’s whirlpool,

Drowning in a sea of sweet dreams,

Somehow rescued, I looked all around me,

Saw a mystifying place that I’d never been,

So bright, full of light, I was blinded,

Needed darkness, more than ever that day,

The blackness of a womb, someplace to hide in,

A safe harbour for a vanished castaway.

(perhaps, another beginning of a something – perhaps just another nothing destined for the wasted lyrics recycling bin, ‘What Next’s’ like ‘Why’s’ always are a bit like it)

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