The fourth in a series of Tuesday improvisations.
Read MoreI somehow made it to 200! The third in a series of Tuesday improvisation games.
Read MoreThe second in a series of Tuesday improvisation games.
Read MoreA series of little improvisation games using the letters of the word Tuesday. Here is the first.
Read MoreI did my best to perform to the rhythm of my knitting. It's a lace pattern, and slightly fiddly, which makes this piece nicely wonky.
Read MoreI was a little behind, so I caught up with a few improvisations inspired by dreaming, wishing and wasting time. These are three things I've been doing a lot of recently.
Read MorePart three: jugs, water and light.
Read MorePart II. More light play.
Read MoreI am struggling to return to the routine of this project, and have ended up a few days behind again. My life is messy at the moment: my mental energy is being swallowed by recent rental uncertainties, and the potential disruption and financial pressure of having to move to a new apartment is really stressing me out. This is fuelling the voice that asks "what is the point of doing this?", and not just this project, but music altogether.
Read MoreThe second in a series of three, playing with mirrors.
Read MoreTaking the them kaleidoscope from the previous day's song, I made a little installation out of tin foil and let it guide a series of improvisations. I played with light, breath and mirrors. This is the first in a series of three.
Read MoreI reached 100, though only just. This was some rejected text from number 99, what I lacked in creative songwriting energy I made up for in creative visuals.
Read MoreNot many words today, just a backlog of songs. From Wednesday 12th, the starting prompt was nonsense.
Read MoreMy three-month, one-season marker came and went without a blog post, and I've finally got through the backlog of stuff on my camera. I'm still finding this project incredibly difficult, and I think the madness present in the pieces of the past week speaks for state of mind right now. I am mainly struggling to sit down and write, and the inner critics in my head are shouting very loud. However, watching back over the last week of videos makes me realise it really doesn't matter what I create. I can make anything! I can let the slamming of a door be part of the project, as in this piece. Or my crazy dreams about a barnyard brawl (Filter (II)), or picking out random notes on the piano (New Year's Even Aquarium), or making strange noises with my voice through effects pedals (The Grey Lady), or simply stringing a bunch of nonsense words together (Up Glasses!). These pieces all felt like a last resort, when my creative anxiety wouldn't let me make anything else, but they are legitimate creative expressions that capture my mood and mindset.
Read MoreTuesday's piece, with a whisper following on from the hush of a lullaby.
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