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Edinboro
Man 1990/92
'Dark days in June'
We left London and moved to the capitol of Scotland in
the summer of 89. It turned out to be a musically fertile time but also
a desolate time for me. Edinburgh, although beautiful was also bleakly
austere, grey, rainy, windy and bitterly cold...and that was in summer.
One of the saving graces was a little boxroom in my flat down Comiston
Road where I installed a brand spanking new Fostex 280 high speed 4-track
recorder (purchased using my student grant, I was studying computing
at Napier University), it was an excellent machine and I made some great
tapes on it. People used to come up to my tiny box studio and record
their songs on my machine, I also had an Amiga 500 computer that I midi'd
up to a Yamaha pss-790, the amiga used to run a brilliant tracker program
called 'octa-med' that could control 12-bit samples and run the keyboard..
it was great but so primitive by today's standards.
I made a band with
2 of my old London mates who also ended up moving up there..(one of
them is still there), 'Planet Janet', whose demise was brought about
mainly by the emotional tensions present within it. .. Planet Janet
played a few gigs around the town at places like 'The Venue', and
the St James Oyster bar. The other band if I can call it that...was
trio called 'Man of the Cloth' a full on rock out thing but we never
played any gigs.
During this time I also made some tunes with a lovely fellow called
Michael Magg. These tunes were really quite different to all the others,
he was a classical flautist and had some top gear like a korg wavestation,
an akai sampler and cubase! Those tunes sound quite accomplished to
me now as I listen, elevated by his fabulous playing.
I ended up living
in a place called the Salisbury Centre, a kind of new age healing
community in a beautiful old house in the middle of town, but that
was the end of the road for me, my marriage went sour and I had to
leave town in a state of utter dejection. Luckily for me the next
place I ended up, down in a meadow in East Sussex, saw a significant
upturn in my fortunes and a whole new exiting
chapter in my 4-track adventures.
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