Haitus Maximus
Monday, December 21st, 2009This is hardly news-worthy by anybody’s standards, but here’s me saying I’m taking an indefinite breather from doing live Syphus performances. Yes, I know it’s not like I’m kicking out the keytar jams 24/7 anyway, but my whole routine has sleepwalked into stagnation a bit, and I can’t find the time or head-space to evolve it. And besides, I’m something of a traditionalist and I don’t desperately want to contrive an evolution of my live chip-style outlet when it probably doesn’t need one. Why force it?
It started in my bedroom, on grey Sunday afternoons with ProTracker, then years later it coincidentally happened to become popular in the ‘real’ world and I had a great deal of fun playing it live; improvising; reinterpreting it for fresh audiences. So I guess now it’s going back into the Sunday-afternoon/bedroom domain, where it belongs and where I get the most enjoyment out of it.
I’ll still be making occasional Amiga tunes and working on demoscene productions, but I plan to focus on getting back to composing fully-sequenced music, expanding on the bits and pieces of games music writing I’ve been doing lately and generally driving myself forward rather than treading water. Maybe I’ll even get the swathes of unreleased tunes released, and unfinished tunes finished.
This isn’t some sort of tearful goodbye, and I’m not conceited enough to think that anybody should give a toss, but I do want to say that I’ve:
- met some cool people
- played some cool gigs with some cool people
- seen a few more crevices of the world than I might otherwise have done
- had my grumpy sourpuss old mind opened up to some things beyond the scope of the demoscene
- opened some other minds up to things within the scope of the demoscene
- had my Blip Festival visuals done by The C-Men
- got shitfaced with Firebrand Boy
- got lost in Manhattan with Trash80
- been attacked by a London gang, along with Minusbaby, Starscream and Nullsleep
- watched Nullsleep literally headbutt his way out of the situation
- driven a tour bus at 90mph whilst technically and medically asleep
- been part of some triumphant organisational successes (and some triumphant organisational failures)
- watched a hooker give a copper a blowjob in a Newport carpark whilst our audience were being arrested and loaded into a paddywagon across the road
- taught USK all conventional English swearwords, plus a few custom ones of my own devising
and much, much more. So, y’know, things could have been a lot worse ;)