Here’s TMML Productions latest jab – at the jab, and at the obedient masses, living in hope that their jab will enable them to get back to “normal”.
A back-to-the-old-days live demo. Quality is now better than it was few years ago, although my means for such a production are limited to what you see in the video: my Yamaha arranger-keyboard, my 30-year old Shure SM58 (easy to see that my Sony headphones have lasted only a fraction of the time) and the Zoom H4n Pro device, partially seen, in the lower left-hand corner. This piece of kit is ideal for home-studio recording, as well as for capturing audio outside. It can be used as a condenser mic, as a four-track mixer and – my favourite setting – as an audio-interface, once connected to a laptop via USB.
For such a live demo, using the Zoom H4n Pro as my audio interface, it’s only possible to record one stereo track (left/vocals, right/keys). This track then has to be mixed and rendered to two separate mono tracks, and then re-mixed, in order to get a decent balance.
The musical inspiration (excepting the middle eight) – as well as the lyrics – comes once again from Gerard Menuhin, who proposed the famous blues number Work Song. For years, as a classroom music teacher, I used the Monty Alexander Live in Montreux version for music & movement exercises. My students were kept on their toes.
Meanwhile, Gerard and I are on a covid roll. Watch this space.
Lyrics by Gerard Menuhin. Adaptation (of Blue Suede Shoes), arrangement, performance and production by me.
This is the latest collaboration between Gerard and I, the first of what will hopefully turn out to be a trio of blues numbers. Please let us know what you think in the comments and please share widely.
Cancel Culture is not the dominion solely of the liberal left. It exists within British “ethno nationalism” too.
This post concerns the comments section of a Radio Albion Christmas podcast with Michele Renouf. My comment was removed.
After three years of helping to engineer increasingly sinister attempts to freeze me out of “the movement”, the Australian ex-model’s entourage of menials should know, at least by now, that there is no point in telling me to “pipe down”. I expect some obey orders just to get a bit of peace and quiet. Others seem to take sadistic pleasure in publicly attacking me, either for more ominous reasons (deep state shenanigans) or, seemingly, just for the thrill.
For some reason, during what turned out to be his final few days before apparently succumbing to heart failure early yesterday morning, I had been thinking about Richard Edmonds. In particular, I remembered him telling me more than once how much he loved my songs. “They’re the most entertaining thing I’ve ever heard,” he said. He was bashful, yet sincere.
Despite having been coerced, later on, into denouncing me as “a traitor and a saboteur”, there is no doubt that Richard did do all he could to try and persuade his nationalist BFFs* to change their opinion of me.
This update concerns a new case against me, which first began with a request from Special Branch to attend an interview under caution exactly one year ago – which I refused – and for which I was then arrested outside Derby Crown Crown, January 10th.