Press : Unicorns and Paper Boats at The Hospital Club

A piece I wrote for The Hospital Club in May 2010 on what I hold important as an indie musician.

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Saturday 15th May 2010: 4pm. An empty car park, Shoreditch.

I am dressed as a unicorn in a fleecy all-in-one Kigurumi playsuit, white with a turquoise mane, crouched down inside a small boat constructed of balsa wood and papier-mâché. The heavy muzzle of the mythical beast is attached to the hood I’ve pulled up, despite the glare of the afternoon sun, and it keeps slipping to one side, obscuring my own face from the Canon 5D winking cheekily as I hastily rearrange myself ready for the next shot. I reposition my sparkly horn and lean forward tentatively, trying to maintain this position as I hit play on the iPod balanced inside my vessel. Staring past the camera I start to sing, surveying my shabby surroundings wistfully as the camera captures my melancholy.

Thursday 18th March 2010: 12.45pm. A music mastering studio, West London.

After a couple of hours of intense listening and tweaking I am handed printing CDs with my name on them. The album is finally complete: recorded, mixed and now mastered. The end product looks disturbingly unimpressive: the many hours of work and heartache distilled into files that fit easily on to a single shiny disc. In parting, the mastering engineer tells me he enjoyed working on the music because he doesn’t think it sounds like anything else. I grin all the way home.

I log these moments to keep me sane.

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