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TRACK 1 – CESARE THE SOMNAMBULIST<\/strong><\/h3>\n

Under the hypnotic control of the evil Dr. Caligari, poor Cesare, fast asleep, and wearing too much make-up and wrinkled black tights, staggers through the cardboard streets of Expressionist Town in search of victims for his sinister master. Later, as he sleepwalks home carrying a nubile female, who has conveniently fainted into his arms, Cesare is dreaming about something else entirely.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Judge writes:\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/strong>Steve\u2019s initial solo guitar backing track arrived subtitled \u2018Sleepwalking with a guitar\u2019, after the character in \u2018The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari\u2019. As was to happen often during the project, I found wonderful melodic and harmonic elements, deep within this astonishingly grungy and distorted track, which I brought out with choral voices, and set rocking with heavy drums,and orchestral crash cymbals for the finale.<\/p>\n

Steve writes:<\/strong>
\nAt the risk of being pretentious (perish the thought!), the album\"\"
\nis sequenced after Beethoven\u2019s Ninth Symphony, progressing
\nfrom darkness to light. What could be darker than sleepwalking?<\/p>\n

\u2018Chezz Array\u2019 is trying the test he heard about on Oprah
\n\u2013 Dr. Oz says to wrap a small sheet of glue-type postage
\nstamps, the ones with the perforated edges, around the base of your
\npenis at bedtime. If the perforations are torn in the morning, the
\nfunction is normal. If not, see a doctor. This song occurs halfway
\nto the dawn.<\/p>\n

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\u00a0TRACK 2 – SHOW ME YOUR OIL<\/h3>\n

Geopolitical porn; a titillating peek at an abusive, co-dependent relationship East of Suez.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Judge writes:<\/strong>
\nSteve\u2019s first backing track for this song arrived entitled “Arabic Chaos \u2013 Remixed and rejiggered samples from an \u2018arabic keyboard\u2019. More like this please.”<\/p>\n

I composed and performed an operatic \u2018recitativo con continuo\u2019, with a harpsichord and trumpet accompaniment, and Steve did indeed do \u2018more like this\u2019, producing strange, and to my ears, very sad, pitch-shifted thumps on goatskin drums, moaning viols, and an extraordinarily evocative oil-well effect.<\/p>\n

After passing through many reworkings and alternative versions, the sounds of a Small War, and Steve\u2019s CIA intervention were added to point-up the album\u2019s most overtly political number.<\/p>\n

Steve writes:<\/strong>
\nOil is dark when it’s dirty. The embedded back-masking and fart sounds re-enact a moment that surely occurred in the White House – Dick Cheney was plotting to discredit former Ambassador Joe Wilson for squealing in the Times about the complete lack of evidence for Saddam\u2019s attempted purchase of partially processed uranium known as \u201cNigerian yellowcake\u201d. Having decided that a suitable payback might be outing Joe\u2019s beautiful CIA agent wife Valerie Plame in the media, Cheney plants the seed in his Chief of Staff \u201cScooter\u201d Libby, who is about to meet with members of the press. \u201cOK Scooter, here\u2019s what you tell \u2018em,\u201d he whispers, \u201cValerie Plame – is CIA.\u201d<\/p>\n

Lyrics<\/h3>\n

Show me your oil
\nLet me see it
\nLet me look at your oil
\nI love it when you show me your oil
\nYou are so beautiful
\nYou are so beautiful
\nYou and your oil.<\/p>\n

Let me touch it
\nLet me touch your oil
\nI want to feel your oil
\nYou are so beautiful
\nI love you
\nI love you
\nYou and your oil.<\/p>\n

I hate the idea
\nOf anyone else seeing your oil
\nNever show anyone else
\nNever let anyone else
\nLook at your oil
\nAnd I would rather die
\nThan let anyone else
\nTouch your oil
\nI would kill you before
\nI let anyone else
\nTouch your oil.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m sorry, I\u2019m sorry
\nI\u2019m so sorry
\nI will never do that again
\nI only get like this because
\nI love you so much
\nI love you so much
\nYou and your oil<\/p>\n

Now show me your oil.<\/p>\n

\u00a9 2007 Judge Smith \/ Steve Defoe<\/p>\n

TRACK 3 – BUCCANEERS<\/h3>\n

In the oily swell off a nameless coast, the pirate crew crouch in their Zodiac, fondling their RPG\u2019s. Their villainous chief checks his Kalashnikov and commands patience. Other ships pass by in the night, but they wait for their chosen <\/strong>prey, the good ship \u2018Glitterball\u2019. At last it hoves in sight and the Zodiac revs its engines and closes in for the kill. <\/strong>However, the buccaneers are in for a shock. The pride of the Disco Line has been equipped with the latest in Non-Lethal Weaponry, and this Pirate King is going to be forced to consider a radical career-change. Probably.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Judge writes:<\/strong>
\nThis track had its origins in two separate sound constructions received from Steve, the first a remarkable collage of musical sounds that reminded me of lapping water, bell-laden buoys and the growl of outboard motors, and the second a hilarious piece of manic Disco. A mutual obsession with a bizarre \u2018sound-weapon\u2019, that\"\"
\nis now being fitted to merchant vessels to repel pirates, led to
\nour scenario for the song. And a recording of the weapon itself
\nwas referenced to help create our own, in tempo, version of the
\nhorrid warble of the \u2018Deaf Ray\u2019.<\/p>\n

I submitted some lyrics that Steve crowned with a splendid gag,
\nand later he produced some typically bizarre guitar \u2018interventions\u2019
\nand some frenzied strumming on what is apparently a toy piano .
\nMy friend Dark Sue was persuaded to be the pre-recorded warning
\nmessage of the audio-gun weapons system, while Steve\u2019s friend
\nAysel delivers a multi-tracked discourse on the dreaded Long-Range
\nAudio Device itself.<\/p>\n

Steve writes:<\/strong>
\nBuccaneers is probably based on a true story. The trigger is pulled, the energy level rises. This was the last hurrah for the toy piano, now it rusts in peace at the dump.<\/p>\n

Lyrics<\/h3>\n

It hurts my ears
\nIt hurts my ears.
\nI sail the Seven Seas
\nAnd I do what I please,
\nBut that Audio Gun
\nIs gonna spoil my fun.
\nWon\u2019t be a pirate no more,
\nI\u2019m gonna stay on shore,
\nBecause it hurts my ears
\nIt hurts my ears<\/p>\n

It hurts my ears
\nIt hurts my ears.
\nMy buccaneering boys
\nThey really hate that noise.
\nSo they\u2019re coming with me
\nWe gonna leave the sea,
\nAnd we\u2019re not too proud
\nTo say it\u2019s much too loud,
\nAnd it hurts our ears
\nIt hurts our ears<\/p>\n

It hurts my ears
\nIt hurts my ears.
\nWe\u2019ll miss our piracy
\n\u2019Cos we live wild and free,
\nBut we won\u2019t get drowned
\nAnd we won’t hear that sound
\nThat gets inside my brain
\nAnd gives me so much pain
\nYes it hurts my ears
\nIt hurts my ears
\nIT HURTS MY BUCCANEERS!<\/p>\n

\u00a9 2007 Judge Smith \/ Steve Defoe<\/p>\n

TRACK 4 – SISTER BEES<\/h3>\n

The brutal honey-farmers, with their savage bee-hounds, are coming to rob the bees of their golden harvest, and they direct their latest weapon of control, the dreaded Long-Range Audio Gun, at a defenceless hive. However the attack is witnessed by the heroic Queen of the neighbouring colony. Their hive will be next, and she calls her bees out in a swarm to see the impending threat. How are they to respond to this crisis? Back in the hive, the Sister Bees discuss the situation amongst themselves, but soon their mind is made up, and out they swarm, to tell the Queen of their democratic decision. They\u2019re mad as hell, and they’re not going to take it anymore! Fortunately, the Queen has a plan, and the honey-farmers will be in for a surprise\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

Judge writes:<\/strong>
\nThis track began life as instrumental from Steve which, with its high-energy buzzing and murmuring, soon became associated in our minds with a hive of bees. I added a fast, jazz-style rhythm track, while Steve produced some bee-related vocals, including a sound-collage of a pitch-shifted Aysel talking on the phone with her sister in Turkey, which in our fevered imaginations, sounded like bees in conversation.<\/p>\n

From the attic, I dug out my old Euphonium, that I had\"\"
\nabjectly failed to learn as a child, and used it to make
\nthe mighty brass chorale complete with its many farts
\nand bum notes, and the whole confection was seasoned
\nwith real bee-song.<\/p>\n

Steve writes:<\/strong>
\nThat f-in\u2019 euphonium really rocks \u2013 my one regret in
\nlife is that the \u201cmassed horns of Judex\u201d have not been
\nreprised.<\/p>\n

I am absolutely sure farmers make honey by squeezing
\nbees over a jar. And I love Aysel Hanim.<\/p>\n

Lyrics<\/h3>\n

Squeezin\u2019 bees to get their honey
\nThat\u2019s how the farmer makes his money.
\nGet down on your knees
\nAnd squeeze the bees
\nAs hard as you please.
\nGet down on your knees
\nAnd squeeze the bees
\nAs hard as you please.
\nHit the nest with sonic stress
\nDim the lights and guess the rest.
\nKnockin\u2019em out with just one stun
\nFrom the Long-Range Audio Gun.<\/p>\n

\u00a9 2007\u00a0 Steve Defoe<\/p>\n

TRACK 5 – SURFER JOE<\/h3>\n

The legend of Surfer Joe, the phantom tsunami-rider of Malibu, and his search for love.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Judge writes:<\/strong>
\nA more than usually bizarre guitar improvisation from Steve arrived,\"\"
\nentitled \u2018Surfer Joe\u2019, apparently prompted by my mentioning that I liked Dick Dale, \u2018King of the Surf Guitar\u2019. Sure enough Steve\u2019s track was redolent of all things Surf (assuming that the surf was breaking on a beach on Mars), and I was inspired to compose a surf song to go with it, dusting off an aged Farfisa organ, and practicing my Brian Wilson harmonies.<\/p>\n

Steve recorded his majestic interpretation of my lyrics, and wisely decreed that the Voice of Joe should not be the standard rotting-corpse voice from a horror film, but should reveal the childlike nature of this Sepulchral Surfer. An additional guitar solo lasting less than half a minute was apparently the edited result of 13 minutes of recordings. The end of the track is interrupted by the arrival of Joe\u2019s very own tidal wave.<\/p>\n

Steve writes:<\/strong>
\nHollywood told Judge Americans say goofy things when they fall in love, it may be true. This song was inspired by a snow globe I bought on a trip to LA. My Rexina guitar never sounded so good – thanks, Judge!<\/p>\n

Lyrics<\/h3>\n

There\u2019s an undead dude all the surfers know.
\nSurfer Joe, Surfer Joe,
\nHe was drowned and dead thirty years ago.
\nSurfer Joe, Surfer Joe,
\nBut he won\u2019t sleep quiet in his watery grave,
\nHe surfs the ocean on a tidal wave,
\nThat\u2019s no way to behave!
\nSurfer Joe.<\/p>\n

He\u2019s got bits missing but he just won\u2019t quit.
\nSurfer Joe, Surfer Joe,
\nHis board\u2019s all covered with weeds an\u2019 shit.
\nSurfer Joe, Surfer Joe,
\nHe\u2019s the gnarliest corpse you\u2019ve ever seen,
\nHe\u2019s got big holes where the fish have been,
\nHe\u2019s phosphorescent green.
\nSurfer Joe.<\/p>\n

A Barracuda chewed off his dick.
\nSurfer Joe, Surfer Joe,
\nBut he still wants to find him a surfer chick.
\nSurfer Joe, Surfer Joe,
\nSo he\u2019s surfing across the ocean blue,
\nTo get his decomposing hands on you,
\nThen he\u2019ll take you to the barbecue.
\nSurfer Joe.<\/p>\n

(JOE): I love you\u2026
\nI really love you\u2026
\nLet me hold your hand\u2026
\nI love you\u2026<\/p>\n

He\u2019s caught a wave and it\u2019s heading West,
\nSurfer Joe, Surfer Joe,
\nTwo hundred feet from trough to crest,
\nSurfer Joe, Surfer Joe,
\nHe\u2019s hanging five on that awesome curl
\nAnd he\u2019s thinking about his surfer girl.
\nHe\u2019s coming fast, and he can\u2019t wait
\nHe\u2019s laying waste to half the State,
\nThen he\u2019ll ask you for a date.
\nSurfer Joe.<\/p>\n

(JOE): I love you\u2026
\nI really love you\u2026
\nLet me hold your hand\u2026
\nGee, you look swell..
\nYour hair smells nice..
\nI love you\u2026<\/p>\n

\u00a9 2007 Judge Smith<\/p>\n

TRACK 6 – SENSITIVITY<\/h3>\n

Steve writes:<\/strong>
\nA song about some poor bastard who was ultra-sensitive to the moods\/events in the world, like a human antenna, picking up vibes from people and events in his environment, constantly re-tuning and amplifying his own vibes in response.<\/p>\n

Judge writes:<\/strong>
\nThis song, with lyrics by Steve, began life as a recording of his vocals, recited without any accompaniment, except his dog barking and a few strange, congested bass interjections. I decided that my role should be to create the missing musical framework for this really remarkable piece, and I did this using the sounds of a woodwind quintet (clarinet, oboe, flute, bassoon and bass clarinet).<\/p>\n

The closing lyrics demand a 60 Hz hum, and I was amused to discover that my Cubase digital audio software, provides a specific module for producing hisses, crackles, hums (at 60 Hz, or 50 Hz for that special UK hum), and other undesirable artefacts from earlier epochs of recorded sound.<\/p>\n

Steve writes:<\/strong>
\nIt\u2019s very autobiographical, I don\u2019t want to talk about it.<\/p>\n

Lyrics<\/strong><\/p>\n

What’s a blessing and a curse?
\nSensitivity
\nIt makes it better and it makes it worse
\nSensitivity
\nYou don’t want to be like me
\nSensitivity<\/p>\n

Woolite
\nChai
\nWars far away
\nCheese burgers
\nPomme frites
\nThe look in my loved one’s eye<\/p>\n

Tell the doctor call the nurse
\nWrite the chapter pen the verse
\nblond-haired fat sequined nurse
\nEsrever ni rac reh sevird
\nDrives her car in reverse
\nWhile I drive the hearse<\/p>\n

You don’t want to be like me
\nSensitivity
\nYou don’t want to be like me
\nSensitivity<\/p>\n

Stop that 60 Hz hum
\nStop that chewing gum
\nStop that barking
\nStop that baby crying
\nStop your squeaking shoes
\nStop picking on me
\nShut up, Shut up<\/p>\n

\u00a9 2007\u00a0 Steve Defoe<\/p>\n

TRACK 7 – BALLOON<\/h3>\n

Steve writes:<\/strong>
\nThis song is not autobiographical in any way! I kept seeing stray balloons that landed in weird places \u2013 on the highway, in the back yard, by the wheels of Fifi\u2019s Morris Minor.<\/p>\n

Judge writes:<\/strong>\"\"
\nLike the previous track, \u2018Balloon\u2019 arrived as a solo vocal performance, but this time sung, a cappella, rather than just recited. We had previously exchanged several photos of deflated toy balloons (as you do) so this song subject did not come as a surprise to me.<\/p>\n

Making the piano and clarinet accompaniment for this song gave me particular pleasure, as did creating some of the \u2018Balloon Symphonies\u2019 that go between the verses. (Six months later, I\u2019m still finding bits of balloon scattered around the studio.) Steve was uncharacteristically doubtful about his, shall we say, \u2018free\u2019 vocal performance, and had to be persuaded of its considerable charm.<\/p>\n

Lyrics<\/h3>\n

This is the place the balloon ended up
\nWhen it escaped and flew away from the party
\nThis is the place the balloon ended up
\nWhen it escaped and flew away from the party<\/p>\n

It spent some time stuck up in the tree
\nNow it\u2019s all small and shrivelled and useless.
\nIt spent some time stuck up in the tree
\nNow it\u2019s all small and shrivelled like me.<\/p>\n

This is the place the balloon ended up
\nIt got away and it flew from the party.
\nThis is the place the balloon ended up
\nWhen it escaped and flew from the party\"\"
\nThis is the place the balloon ended up
\nAfter it spent some time up in the tree
\nNow it\u2019s all small and shrivelled like me.<\/p>\n

Purple and silver it flew to the sun
\nNow we can see its life\u2019s work is done.
\nPurple and silver it flew to the sun
\nNow we can see its life\u2019s work is done.<\/p>\n

Out in the dirt all shrivelled and bare
\nIt doesn\u2019t have any more air.<\/p>\n

\u00a9 2007\u00a0 Steve Defoe<\/p>\n

TRACK 8 – PIMENTO HEAD<\/h3>\n

Steve writes:<\/strong>
\nThis was the first song Judge and I did, it\u2019s my favourite. Pimento Head is an homage to the slightly retarded kids from my earliest days working as a grocery clerk. Ollie and Jeff were brothers, they really did go fishing in the sewer, Charlie had a wart removed, Dave was so pigeon-toed we called him Paddlefoot and performed a cruel dance in his honor.<\/p>\n

Judge writes:<\/strong>\"\"
\nLike the previous song, this Steve composition arrived as unaccompanied singing and I provided a musical setting. This is one of my personal favourites from the album.<\/p>\n

Lyrics<\/h3>\n

Pimento Head
\nPimento Head
\n(not Zucchini Head)
\n(not Zucchini Head)
\nand Jeff said
\nand Jeff said:
\n“There’s a stink bomb in my locker!
\nStink bomb!
\nThere’s a stink bomb in my locker!
\nstink bomb!”<\/p>\n

Then Ollie said
\nto Jeff’s head
\n(Jeff’s his brother)
\nand Pimento Head
\nAND Zucchini Head
\n(but not Dave’s head):
\n“Let’s go fishin’ in the sewer!
\nLet’s go fishin’ in the sewer!
\nLet’s go fishin’ in the sewer!”<\/p>\n

Don’t forget Dave,
\nmy friend Dave.
\nMy little buddy Dave,
\nPaddle footin’ Dave.
\nPaddle footin’
\nPaddle footin’
\nPaddle footin’
\nPaddle footin’<\/p>\n

And Charlie said,
\nand Charlie said:
\n“Pimento Head,
\nI’ve got a wart.
\nWanna see my wart?
\nI’m gonna get my wart removed –
\non Tuesday!”<\/p>\n

Pimento Head
\nPimento Head
\n(Not Zucchini Head)
\n(Not Zucchini Head)
\nand Jeff said
\nand Jeff said:
\n“Let’s go fishin’ in the sewer!
\nLet’s go fishin’ in the sewer!
\nLet’s go fishin’ in the sewer!”<\/p>\n

\u00a9 2007 Steve Defoe<\/p>\n

TRACK 9 – THE KISSING SONG<\/h3>\n

The Forces of Darkness are dispelled, despite their protests, and without much difficulty, by a small Chamois.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Judge writes:<\/strong>
\nThis track came about due to my enthusiasm for a little song, written by my girlfriend Fifi, who, while on a bus with me in Greece a few years ago, announced that she was just as good a songwriter as I was, and would prove it. She then proceeded to sing this brief but plangent composition, which I later captured for this album.<\/p>\n

The Forces of Darkness are represented by brief snatches of a twenty-minute noise symphony by Steve, of unparalleled ferocity, which I had earlier tried, but failed, to make any meaningful contribution to. Steve is lavish with his material.<\/p>\n

Steve writes:<\/strong>
\nIn my humble role as a force of darkness, I originally provided large-scale samples of bomb blasts, gun shots, babies crying, church bells and the most realistic vomiting sounds ever recorded as dramatic juxtapositions to the sweet sweet sounds of Fifi Chamiox, never even thinking that puke may offend. Judge rightly vetoed my samples, substituting instead some unused rowlf sounds from an earlier version of Thingmaker.<\/p>\n

Lyrics<\/h3>\n

La la la la
\nLa\u2026La
\nLa la la la
\nLa\u2026La
\nLa la la la
\nLa\u2026La
\nLa la la la
\nMmoi! Mmoi! Mmoi!<\/p>\n

La la la la
\nMmoi! Mmoi! Mmoi!<\/p>\n

\u00a9 2007 Fifi Chamoix<\/p>\n

TRACK 10 – THINGMAKER<\/h3>\n

The primal creative urge asserts itself, and the artist pummels his brains in an effort to obey. His creation is rejected by all, but he feels forced to repeat the painful process, and this time he persuades some passing dogs to help realize his vision. For a third time he feels compelled to make an artwork, and having cudgelled his brains yet again, he presents a piece featuring a group of demented nuns, which moves the authors of this parable to discuss the true nature of the artistic imperative.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Judge writes:<\/strong>
\n\u2018Thingmaker\u2019 is named after a childhood modelling kit of Steve\u2019s. I built the three mini garage rock numbers on Steve\u2019s guitar improvisations, and he also created the visceral linking passages.<\/p>\n

In September 2007, Steve visited me in Sussex to finalise the mixes for the album, and we were able to record the final dialogue, working together in the same studio for the first and only time. The continuous cries of \u2018Make a Thing!\u2019 express the crude motivation that perhaps underlies all artistic endeavours.<\/p>\n

Steve writes:<\/strong>
\nThe original Thingmaker toy was destroyed in my parent\u2019s basement\"\"
\nin 1969. Essentially a small electric oven, its purpose was to make
\n\u2018Creepy Crawlers\u2019 using \u2018Plastigoop\u2019 and molds. I came in from the pool, dripping wet in my bathing suit, hankerin\u2019 to make a thing. But the basement is below ground, so when I plugged in the oven I got the shock of my life, and the Thingmaker never worked again. Thankfully I saved the box.<\/p>\n

LYRICS<\/p>\n

Make a Thing! Make a Thing!
\nMake a Thing! Make a Thing!
\nMake a Thing! Make a Thing!
\nMake a Thing! Make a Thing!
\nMake a Thing! Make a Thing!
\nMake a Thing! Make a Thing!
\nMake a Thing! Make a Thing!
\nMake a Thing! Make a Thing!
\nMake a Thing! Make a Thing!
\nMake a Thing! Make a Thing!
\nEtc.<\/p>\n

Just make a thing\u2026
\nMake it good\u2026
\nThat\u2019s what we\u2019re here for\u2026
\nSo make a thing\u2026
\nWho cares what kind of thing\u2026
\nMake it now\u2026
\nA thing\u2026
\nWhat else is there to do?\u2026<\/p>\n

\u00a9 2007 Judge Smith<\/p>\n

TRACK 11 – LIGHT<\/h3>\n

This is an image of the light that blinds, the light that confuses, the light that dazzles and disorients. This is light that does nothing to illuminate the surrounding darkness. As composer Steve explains, this is not really light light, but dark light.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Judge writes:<\/strong>
\nThis piece is another remarkable instrumental collage by Steve, where my role was to identify melodic and harmonic elements already there in the music, and to bring them out by having other instruments play them.<\/p>\n

In this case I used choral voices, French horns and a xylophone.\"\"<\/p>\n

Steve writes:<\/strong>
\nThe sequence is complete. Cesare is abducted by aliens \u2013 up from darkness into light.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Then there’s a long pause before…<\/p>\n

TRACK 12 – ECTOSCOOCH<\/h3>\n

A tribute to Stephen \u2018Scooch\u2019 <\/strong>Dromgoole, 1958 \u2013 2000, Musician and Mailman.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Judge writes:\"\"<\/strong>
\n\u2018Scooch\u2019 was Steve\u2019s sadly missed musical partner in The Larry Mondello Band, and since his musical influence seemed to have hovered over this project, I suggested to Steve (a great raconteur) that he record some spoken word pieces about his friend, which I could work on musically. Steve decided to tell five little anecdotes about Scooch\u2019s younger days, and, to accompany these, I chose to explore an unusual musical technique that has fascinated
\nme for some time.<\/p>\n

The melody that is implicit in everyday speech has intrigued a whole series of classical composers, and the rhythms and inflections of the spoken word can be rendered as a series of musical notes without too much difficulty. However, combining pre-recorded speech with its musical \u2018transcription\u2019 has been attempted by relatively few people. Steve Reich used the technique in \u2018Different Trains\u2019, but it is generally agreed that the most successful experiments have been undertaken by the Canadian guitarist Ren\u00e9 Lussier (which I, rather defensively, insist I didn\u2019t hear until after \u2018EctoScooch\u2019 was completed).<\/p>\n

The five stories utilise different interpretations of the \u2018voice into music\u2019 process, and it was Steve who suggested the bold step of fading the narration out in places, leaving the \u2018speech melody\u2019 exposed. The track ends in a Valedictory Theme for orchestra that, in our private mythology, became known as the \u2018Gnarly Finale\u2019.<\/p>\n

Steve writes:<\/strong>
\nThe events described were real, but the good friends Ron Bergone and Muji Durant are fictional. Ecto is a step beyond light.
\n\"\"<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

TRACK 1 – CESARE THE SOMNAMBULIST <\/p>\n

Under the hypnotic control of the evil Dr. Caligari, poor Cesare, fast asleep, and wearing too much make-up and wrinkled black tights, staggers through the cardboard streets of Expressionist Town in search of victims for his sinister master. Later, as he sleepwalks home carrying a nubile female, who […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-1119","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry","odd"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.judge-smith.com\/wp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1119","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.judge-smith.com\/wp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.judge-smith.com\/wp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.judge-smith.com\/wp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.judge-smith.com\/wp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1119"}],"version-history":[{"count":12,"href":"https:\/\/www.judge-smith.com\/wp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1119\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1134,"href":"https:\/\/www.judge-smith.com\/wp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1119\/revisions\/1134"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.judge-smith.com\/wp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1119"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}