Happiness is a Warm Gun

Did everyone get Mr Lennon’s play on words when this track appeared on the ‘White Album’?

Cataloguing new books I came across an intriguing title by Richard Layard ‘Happiness’.

He states: ‘today most of us are richer, healthier, and have better homes, cars, food and holidays than ever before. But we are no happier than we were fifty years ago. What is going on?’

This certainly echoes my own beliefs. These thoughts have been with me since my sojourns into the Far East in the early 70s, where Buddhist concepts about the transitive nature of happiness/sadness & joy/sorrow often occupied a piece of my fertile mind.

Without getting too deep: how many times have you truly been happy in this life? How long did this feeling last?

Turning this around: how many times have you been so sad? How long did this moment last?

Free Your Mind

And your ass will follow. What with my younger son going to see James Brown in Glasgow & that informative documentary on George Clinton last night, we sure are having a funkee good time @ our house.

That was until I foolishly decided to take a week’s holiday & ended up with a debilitating cold/flu.

Keeping on that 70s funk theme, I am listening to Donny Hathaway singing ‘The Ghetto’ live as I write this. I must admit I was totally engrossed in the Motown sound when I was growing up & only came to the real deal later in life.

Its only a couple of years since I first obtained Funkadelic’s first album. It is so good. In fact most of the early albums are excellent. He did lose the place(some would say big style!). Last night’s documentary went a long way in explaining why this happened.

For me on a personal level, I think his biggest mistake was marrying Hilary, although she could be the next president of the USA, maybe that was the Mothership Connection.

Keeping the Memory Alive


You know some people think that as long as your offspring can still remember you living then you are still alive.

I can still remember what great pleasure this man gave to the world & how he improved my life.

I was astonished to learn that he had been one of the earliest teachers at Summerhill School. I mention this as I was fascinated with that method of teaching when I was young & in my prime & at odds with my own teachers.

He has always surprised me & even coming across his book of poetry in a prison library, where he ends each chapter with the number of miles from Glasgow, brought a smile to me even in the most trying times.

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INSTAL 06 *** THE ARCHES, GLASGOW


THE introduction to this year's programme brochure for Instal, Glasgow's annual weekend showcase of experimental and underground music, insists that "it's not a festival with anything to do with connoisseurship or elitism". For the uninitiated, however, the reality is rather different. To begin with, any remotely conventional understanding of "music" - defined in my dictionary as "the art or science of combining vocal or instrumental sounds (or both) to produce beauty of form, harmony and expression of emotion" - needs to be checked at the door.

This, in itself, is not necessarily a bad thing, of course. Anything calling itself "experimental" or "underground" is intrinsically at odds with convention, while quibbles about musicality are also sidestepped by the alternative term "noise art". There's plenty of scope for challenge, too, in the phrase "beauty of form", which in turn is arguably no prerequisite for "expression of emotion". Whatever you choose to call it, the sector of sonic creation and performance that Instal inhabits is a broad if uniformly unorthodox church, ranging from the outer reaches of free jazz to esoteric electro-acoustic experimentation, extremities of death-metal rock, and aurally-based conceptual art. It is evidently also highly debatable territory, with even apparently basic terms like "new" and "experimental" being open to question, given the 50-year history of such practice, traceable back to Cage and Stockhausen.

Be all that as it may, this year's sixth Instal programme couldn't be faulted for its diversity. Even in the field of free improvisation, for instance, approaches varied from the wild sax/drums duelling of US twosome Steve Baczkowski and Ravi Padmanabha to the rarefied, obliquely evocative dialogue between Japan's Kiyoharu Kuwayama on cello and Rina Kijima on violin. The violin, this time in digitally modified form, also featured in Tony Conrad's pairing with Keiki Haino, the latter switching between guitar, synthesiser and extraordinary multi-octave vocals. The deafening sonic stramash that ensued certainly scored high for visceral force, the violence of its assault offset by moments of undeniable grandeur. Kuwayama, meanwhile, also delivered a solo performance entitled Lethe, in which he applied blocks of dry ice to heated stainless steel surfaces, amplifying the vibrations created. This last piece exemplified a difficulty shared by several Instal acts, also including Lee Paterson's micro-manipulations of assorted objects on a tabletop and Tetsuya Umeda's customised rotary fans.

Even where the work seemed conceptually interesting - in Kuwayama's case, translating the physical opposition between extreme heat and cold into sound - the actual results often proved unenlightening, or tedious, or both. Elsewhere, Arrington de Dionyso's "shamanic" outpourings, via voice and bass clarinet, combined Asian throat-singing and human beat-box techniques to no obvious additional advantage. It must be said that a majority in the audience seemed already au fait with the "noise art" scene, and gave every appearance of enjoying themselves immensely.

For the interested newcomer, however, the aforementioned programme brochure offered precious little help in terms of history, context, theoretical background or clues as to the artists' intended purpose, with the result that much of the fare on offer elicited nothing but frustrated bafflement. Source Citation: "Reviews: INSTAL 06." The Scotsman (Edinburgh, Scotland) (Oct 17, 2006): 30.


I avoided it this year as I thought it was a trifle tame & uninspiring........................

Of Milkmaids & Architects

I know I really should get out more. I had the opportunity last night to go & see Martha Tilston & the Woods @ Oran Mor. This was my first visit to the Glasgow venue. I am old enough to remember it as a church. We used to live just across the road below the Grosvenor Hotel, when we were first married.

I recognised the support act from Milngavie Folk Club, The Metronomes & I was deeply impressed that first time I saw them & last night although plagued by dodgy sound engineering, they were even better. Watch out for this duo.

Martha Tilston I had never heard, although I knew her dad Steve’s work. Incidently he played Glasgow a couple of nights previously (why didn’t Martha mention this?). The stage was all decked out like a forest glade with mock fires, leaves…..etc & there was leafy & weird visuals. I was expecting some kind of Finnish psychedelic folk or some of the new American backwoods folk like Cul De Sac, Joanna Newsome, Vetiver…..etc.

However, I did not expect such a great performance. Her hirsute companions could have been the band straight from their Woodstock log cabin.

Outasight!

Mad Dog

As the late John Balance of Coil was singing @ 4.30 a.m. in our house ‘the only thing to fear is fear itself’.

I knew the recent documentary on ‘Suicide dogs’ @ Overtoun House bridge was coming on tv ages ago. We were all looking forward to a close detailed study of the urban myth. I have friend & family connections to the actual house, that is situated in the Kilpatrick Hills just above Milton (no not that one!).

My wife, best friend & twin cousins were all born there & I have been shown around the interior with its beautiful ceilings & ornate angels & other marvellous artistic works. It is a place of calm & beauty. My sister in law was not convinced of this, as we attended an Xmas service a few years ago & she was suspicious of the foxes, owls & other night creatures howling in the mist.

Anyway back to the story: since the 1950s, 50+ dogs have felt some kind of urge to leap off of this bridge to their death. My own cousin can verify this, although his own ‘wonderdog’ survived to tell the tale. Thus I knew the story was true although I was not aware that there was so many canine casualities.

Various tests were carried out to try & explain this phenomena during the programme, the most reasonable one being the presence of a large number of mink in the area & their heavy scent may have sparked off this impulse.

We relayed this story to the happy highlanders & now they have some way to threaten ‘Jura’ truly a mad dog among mad dogs.

One factor not mentioned in the documentary, that covered signals from the Faslane naval base…etc..was the presence of the Milton cat & dog home at the foot of the hill.

For myself I can live quite happily with the unexplained, the irrational. In fact, I much prefer alternative realities to the rather dull rational explanations.

Writing this I am longing to hear an old album that I am sure I would enjoy again from Joe Cocker ‘Mad Dogs & Englishmen’.

Black Swan

One of the Happy Highlanders thought my review of Bobby D’s new album was a bit harsh. Maybe it will grow on me. I will re-listen as soon as I get the time. I have just come off a back-to-back exposure to John Renbourn’s ‘9 Maidens’ & ‘Lady & the Unicorn’. I have recently seen John Renbourn live & I would have had the opportunity & I should have asked him about something that has puzzled me since I first encountered his solo albums. Why when he had discovered this beautiful medieval English sound did he stop making those terrific albums & make these pseudo Americano albums. A format that is more suited to other artists!


As usual Happy Highlander No 1 is on the same wavelength as he appeared yesterday with Bert Jansch’s new album ‘Black Swan’. On first playing I was deeply impressed by this cd. I am of course a sucker for Beth Orton’s vocals & she is all over this cd.

I mentioned earlier that I was re-discovering the Pentangle sound. I was drawing comparison with much of the new freaky folk from the US & Finland. Also this new breed of outsiders owes a lot to the Incredible String Band who are undergoing a new lease of life both in Aviemore & Clydebank.

Finally, this is not the correct forum to mention this, so I am not going to make any reference to Celtic’s return to their glorious form of old in the European theatre & their total annihilation of the quality opposition, that used to be the mighty Benfica.

All Things Must Pass

Listening to ‘Wonderwall’ finally after all these years of searching. No not that one ya ninny! Can you say ‘very freaky’ on this blog. Memories of Dec 73 on Colva Beach, Goa come flooding back. ‘All Things Must Pass’ was playing every day from a grass hut nearby. Somebody spoke & I drifted into a dream.

Paradise on earth, but with buying some of life’s little luxuries, I took my daily expenses up through the 5p per day ceiling. My extravagance knows no bounds.

Strange that this is the only piece of music that I can recall from that time. As a constant companion amid the squalor & the hunger & the real poverty, It was an ideal mantra for life in India.

Maximum Collateral Damage

Imagine the situation. You are still wet behind the ears & you desperately want to be part of the scene................'the swinging 60s' & all things groovy & then someone sticks this lp on the decks & its as if you had totally forgotten to breath, you get swept up in a mad mental maelstorm...........lifted up & cast aside.............you know that bit in movies now, where the director uses fast editing & movement becomes so fast & furious & erratic. This was the efect of listening to this album the first time. Now that I have listened to it so many times the impact has lessened slightly, but it is still for my money the best live album in the world ever. Ladies & gentlemen, I give you the MC5.

Modern Times

Just in case I gave the impression that I don’t listen to recent music, I will review the latest album by Bob Dylan. Here goes: Bob discovers J.J. Cale & rips him off like he did with Martin Carthy & Bert Jansch in another lifetime. End of.

If gardening is the new rock & roll & fishing is the new kung fu, is Gordon Brown, (or John Reid another in the Parcel of Rogues): the new Tony Blair?

Alasdair Gray in 1992, wrote about the benefits of small countries having their own self- government. This was particularly important if the small country had a wealth of natural resources. At the time there was a whole cover up & black operation to smother any ideas of the Scots acquiring this wealth that should obviously go to our colonial masters.

Amid this bitches brew, Alasdair Gray points out that throughout history, there has existed this parcel of rogues, who are motivated totally by self interest & who do their utmost to put their own country down. Is this not treason? Hanging should be their fate, not the top seat in government. Certainly, if I was English (God forbid), I wouldn’t take too kindly to a smug bunch of tartan toe-rag, know-it-alls, running my country. I think the voters will show this in the next General Election. Enough of this rant & back to the music. Didn’t Bob Dylan used to be a protest singer, political, Jew, born again Christian?

‘If it keeps on raining, the levee’s gonna break’ – pure J.J. Cale. However, I would like to state that I am a big J.J. Cale fan so that I am enjoying this cd.

I am now remembering a John Cale gig @ Glasgow’s City Halls, back in the day & we were all there, all my friends in some sort form of abandonment. Many of these friends are now dead or facing a 6 month countdown. This last week, I heard of another clean living friend, who had worked in the shipyard gaining an apprenticeship, & then went back to College/University to get his degree & changed careers. I used to meet him swimming or at the sauna, he kept himself fit. He dropped dead at work. He was a couple of years younger than yours truly. When your time is up.

Happier times, happy trails.

Broken Flowers

Just caught this movie on dvd recently. I had heard the soundtrack & loved it & I do like Bill Murray as an actor, although I did think that ‘Lost in Translation’ was just that: lost.

However I was lost in ‘Broken Flowers’ it just seemed to drift without purpose. The music is the best & most haunting part of the film & Tilda Swinton showed how you can alter your appearance with a long black wig.

This is how Osama Bin Laden has eluded his predators. Although some Black Operators have leaked the story of him dying of, what is it this time? Kidney failure, no its Typhoid.

Another movie I have just caught up with was ‘Hotel Rwanda’. This was not as harrowing as I had expected. It was a terrific film, but the harsh realities of what happened there & of how it was allowed to continue make my blood boil. It doesn’t surprise me, nor does any cruelties showing man’s inhumanity to man. Palestine is a daily record of these extreme atrocities.

Arran, not Iran

A September Weekend turns into an Indian summer: God smiles on the righteous. Lets hope that no mad US president decides on a nuke strike, while we are on this island.

Happy Highlanders meet us off the ferry @ Brodick in the sunshine. We were staying with them in their ’Log Cabin Home in the Sky’.

I had left my car in Ardrossan, so it was pleasant to be a passenger as we toured the Island listening to Alt. Country. Not as rugged an island as Mull, where we had our break last year, but it was very much like one huge working farm. The island’s dairy products reflect this & the milder, Gulf Stream weather, accounts for their farming success & the number of palm trees around are beautiful. I thought I really was back in Iran again.

Day 2 was even better & divided into 2 very distinct tours. Part 1 was a walk out to the standing stones on Machrie Moor. I am an avid fan of Julian Cope’s (cannot cope) book on the standing stones of Britain, that has a huge section on Scotland & I bought a Reference copy for one of the libraries, I used to work in. Sadly it has gone out of print. I am also reading his book on Krautrock at the moment. Anyway, nothing prepared us for the totally awesome & gobsmackable experience of these stones on Machrie Moor. The little roadside sign & the lack of a proper car park did not indicate how superb this site was, although to be honest either I am getting older or the distances were incredibly inaccurate!

From the first set of standing stones, we could see another & from the next set, we could see another & from the next set, we could see another & from the next set, we could see another & from the next set, we could see another

Etc : 6 sets. As we approached the last set, amid much snickering about telling my wife, who stayed in the car, that I had done a Billy Connolly, we hit bogland & for the first time in years, I got my feet really soaked, they were to stay this way all day, squelch, squelch, squelch.

Next up was a visit to Brodick Castle. I am not that interested in the insides of the castle, but the gardens were like those of Eden. Here was a glimpse of Paradise.

I will never forget the feeling of being in the walled garden among more butterflies & bees than you could ever dream of, wonderful, unreal & heavenly bliss.

Curves in Rainbowed Air

My younger son has decided we are going to attempt to clean up the loft & make it a more manageable dumping ground. For the foreseeable future we are as a family going to attempt this lifechanging exercise.

The area has been divided up into zones. This is how I found my old 'hippie trail' sleeping bag. If you look closely, you may ask yourself what caused all those minute burn holes. Well thats another story.

How Did We Get Here From There

Spending all those years abroad in a war zone, meant I had to catch up on a lot of new music on my return. During that short time so much musical changes had occurred, perhaps inspired by that second summer of love. Mind you when one looks around, one doesn’t witness a world full of love. Certainly there isn’t a lot of love in the USA & Britain’s weapons of mass destruction, that are killing & maiming innocent women & children all over the Middle East.

Dance music had exploded in the uk. I had to immerse myself in house, techno & drum & bass for a while. During an earlier period in my life, I wanted to learn about classical music & I learned by spending 2 or 3 years tuned into a very informative and pompous radio 3. I still listen to classical music, but now it’s the newer cutting edge pieces by artists like Steve Reich, Philip Glass, Terry Riley…etc… Radio 3 has a number of decent programmes that I listen to on a weekly basis e.g. ‘Mixing It’, ‘Jazz on 3’,’Hear & Now’, ‘Between the Ears’ etc..

As the years pile on I have had to become very selective in the listening process. I am still fond of the odd decent house tune or good Detroit techno or intelligent techno e.g. Wagon Christ, Aphex Twin, Muslimgauze or Black Dog. As I write this I am listening to the latter’s album with Black Sifichi & it is so outstanding. I was in contact with Black Dog’s Ken Downie via a Bulletin Board (remember them?) while I was working @ Bell College.

At that time using Bulletin Boards I got in contact with 2 friends, Eric & Steve, who got me involved in the whole Industrial/Intelligent Techno scene. From a shared interest in Cabaret Voltaire, Throbbing Gristle, Psychic TV, Zoviet France & especially the Hafler Trio I was to move into an exploration of pure sound or more non-musical sounds, soundwalks, glitches………etc…….

I am still around that arena with occasional backsliding. Now for instance, I am listening to Johnny Cash American V: 100 Highways, but during the period of writing this, I have played Vashti Bunyan, Devendra Banhart, Linda Perhacs, Astor Piazzolla Remixed, Koop, John Mayall, John Martyn’ s ‘Dusty’ & ‘The River’ & the Allman Brothers Live @ Filmore East.

My current obsessions include Psychedelia, Krautrock, Ye-Ye Girls & jazzy lounge.

‘If you could read my Mind’ now I am puzzled: who used to sing that? ‘I will Meet you Brother Further on up the Road’. Looking forward to it: Mr Cash.

Tartan Terrorism




Sometimes you feel so fiercely proud to be Scottish. 2 wins out of 2 in our World Cup campaign helps. It’s a bit early in the campaign to go all out Ally MacLeod, barking mad, but there is a faint glimmer of hope. Mind you we are in the so-called: ‘group of death’ ( we always seem to be & England end up with countries you’ve never heard of & I am far-travelled).

The English media’s coverage of Andy Murray’s rapid rise to the top lightens the heart. However, it is only by being involved in 3 Reading Groups, that I gained exposure to George Douglas Brown’s ‘House With the Green Shutters’. I found this lost Scottish classic to be so enjoyable & a constant page turner. A joy to read.

It is difficult being a librarian when you cannot choose the books you read. For the past 3 years, someone else has done this for me. I have discovered that this had led me into reading titles I would have avoided, but also almost all the titles I have read have been superb…e.g. ‘Time Travellers Wife’ , ‘Kite Runner’, ‘Kevin’, ‘No Great Mischief’, ‘A Gathering Light’….etc……

Its also very useful as the years pass by to learn new things. I work in an educational environment, so it is easy. I am in the process of learning to drive a 15 seat minibus & I am enjoying the experience.

Also I finally got around to listening to the Akron Family today & I would recommend this, but not while driving a 15 seater & reading ‘Green Shutters’.

Happenings

There is so much going on in Glasgow. You would think we had more hotels than you could ever need, but all 12, 500 rooms were full this weekend.

The weather didn’t really suit the Indian Summer Festival in Victoria Park, but it did stay dry most of Saturday. There are many bands at this event I would have liked to see…e.g. Camera Obscura, Fall & Antony & Johnsons. Devendra Banhart was playing @ the ABC, Sauchiehall St. We passed by the ABC & hundreds of kilted members of the tartan army who were celebrating the rebirth of the 6-0 winning Scotland side. Yes, we are back & proud.

No, we were not on our way to Hampden Park to see Robbie Williams, but to the fairly, empty CCA, where there were more people on the stage than there was in front of it, in the audience.

I have such high regard for Raymond MacDonald & Geoge Burt. I have caught them a few times @ Brels, during the West End Festival playing with one of my heroes, Lol Coxhill. Sadly they didn’t perform together this year.

Also there is the connection surrounding the cd they recorded about the Tobermory Clock, that has a personal history in my family. I bought that cd recently & visited the clock last September. So, one year later I managed to persuade my wife to come along with me to see MacDonald & Burt with the Glasgow Improvisers Orchestra. The venue has such a history for us, when it was the Third Eye Centre. Mind you at that time there wasn’t all those semi-clothed drunken girls & boys cruising Sauchiehall St.

The actual concert itself reminded me of one of the 60s ‘Happenings’. We were told there was 6 pieces (6 goals, 6 improvised pieces….co-incidence?). There was such diverse sounds with varying dynamics. My wife & I agreed on something & this was that the quiet piece was our favourite. There was an AMM Keith Rowe/George Burt connection with the latter.

It was weird again, after the concert, to be walking amid the kilted throngs & the miniskirted girls with thongs in Sauchiehall St. It was such a sharp contrast to where we had been during the previous 90 minutes (another fitba reference!).It was a very enjoyable affair & thanks to the Happy Highlanders for letting us know about the event.

Son Nos. 1 & 2


This Was Our Reaction to the Fact That Celtic Were in The Same Group as Man Utd for the Euro Championship

If the Profile Fits, Wear It

Thinking of visiting friends on Scotland in miniature: Arran, over the September weekend. I hope we will be the only’ Weegies’ on the Isle. Just thinking how silly it is to remake the ‘Wicker Man’ one of my favourite films in the USA. Isnt that silly, it’s like making an American version of ‘Get Carter’! Oh, wait a minute, someone did!

Anyway the media has created mass hysteria. Last week some swarthy gents were taken off the Arran ferry. Were they speaking Arabic? No that was on a flight from Dubai to Manchester. I spoke to 2 students, who will be flying back from Dubai to Manchester to start University & there is a high chance they may speak Arabic on that flight. I should have warned them, I was talking to them in Arabic last week at the college. I will probably see then next in an orange jumpsuit on TV from Guantanmo Bay.

Good job they don’t check passports on the Arran Ferry. Mine would give even the slowest passport – official, much food for thought: Turkey, Iran, Afghanistan, Pakistan, and Saudi Arabia. If he looked closely at the Saudi cities & areas visited (assuming he could read Arabic), it would be orange jumpsuit for yours truly.

I hope they don’t ask me about my time working in prison, where I used to deliver books & tapes & talk in Arabic to Algerian prisoners, picked up during the last wave of mass hysteria.

I am reminded of the time I was held up by tanks in Greece during the Generals revolution or the long journey across the desert during the first Gulf War, or being arrested in Kabul for playing cards or the time I had to reverse the motor at 90 mph as 2 Bedouins pulled guns on each other & I had to get my wife & boys safe. Being a librarian does have some excitement!

I don’t want to harp on again about if we had our own country, we wouldn’t have all those enemies that Labour’s foreign policy has created.

‘Joy to the world was a beautiful girl, but to me joy meant only sorrow’. This Nilsson song keeps going around in my head from Nilsson - ‘Son of Schmilsson’ maybe it’s because Joy from the library has taken a few much needed days off. Enjoy.

'Time Keeps Slipping into the Future’.

Wearing long black Civil Defence wartime greatcoats & carrying black umbrellas with steel points that could double as weapons (a la John Steed in ‘The Avengers’ or Alex in ‘Clockwork Orange’, that we saw before it got banned in cinemas).

Listening to MC5 ‘Kick out the Jams’: our first exposure to what a live concert should sound like on vinyl & Procul Harum’s ‘Salty Dog’ & the Doors first 2 lps on Grundig 4-track open reel recorders: the i-pod of its day. Our whole life lay before us unmapped. We could do anything go anywhere & some of us did…. With bells on!

There was a constant soundtrack to our lives & various places we woke up in. Hearing the songs immediately triggers memories of places & happy times. Weekends at Noblestone, Bonhill listening to Sly & Family Stone: Belmont St, Glasgow & Nilsson ‘Son of Schmilsson’ & ‘The Point’ & the Beach Boys ‘Holland’. Round the corner on Maryhill Road at the Pacetta’s place with the endless Grateful Dead lps. My bit under the Grosvenor with the Kevin Ayers, Roy Harper & Soft Machine & early morning visitors you didn’t expect.

Muswell Hill, London & Steely Dan in the back garden on those endless summer days. St Georges Hospital lying in bed with hep b & Mahdu robbing me tapes & books & Santana’s ‘Caravanserai’ always playing. Mahdu not named Mahdu then, but struggling to keep it together disappearing for hours in the toilet in a worse state than I was & he came to visit me. Chasing him out of his squat in Maida Vale. This was the second time I chased him out of London & home for his health.

What a time we had & then you wake up one morning & look in the mirror & see a fat, grey haired old man & you think where did the time go? This time last year we went to Mull & Iona for the first time. It seems like it was only a couple of months ago, but it was a year ago. ‘Time Keeps Slipping into the Future’.

Librarians Love Lists


As summer slips away, I have fond memories, to keep me going over winter, of lying in my hammock listening to this Radio 1 'One World' special on the 'new folk' movement


Monday 5 JuneFolk Tales presented by Huw Stephens


01.00 Devendra Banhart - 'Hey Mama Wolf'
Vashti Bunyan Vashti Bunyan - 'Diamond Day'
Vashti Bunyan - 'Feet of Clay' (In session at Maida Vale)
Devendra Banhart & Vashti Bunyan - 'Rejoicing in the Hands'
Joanna Newsom - 'Bridges & Balloons'
David Berman from the Silver Jews Silver Jews - 'Room Games & Diamond Rain'
Nils Okland - 'Biberslatt'
Jolie Holland Daniel Johnston - 'Walking the Cow'
Jolie Holland - 'Ghostly Girl'
Tom Waits Tom Waits - 'How's It Going to End'
Vetiver - 'Amerilie '
Microphones - 'The Glow '
Linda Perhacs Linda Perhacs - 'Parallelograms' (1st play in the world)
Sierra Cassady from Coco Rosie Coco Rosie - 'Noah's Ark'
Bonnie Prince Billy - 'Careless Love'

02.00 Jana Hunter Jana Hunter - 'Crystal Lariat'
Alison Cotton from Left Outsides
Left Outsides - 'Leaving the Frozen Butterflies Behind'
Wayne Coyne from the Flaming Lips
The Flaming Lips - 'Evil Will Prevail'
Allison Brice from The Eighteenth Day of May
The Eighteenth Day of May - 'Cold Early Morning'
Josephine Foster - 'Who Will Feel Bitter At The Day's End?'
Adem Adem - 'Statued'
Adem mix :
Scatter - 'My Son David'
Tim Buckley - 'Song for the Siren'
Shirley Collins - 'Dabbling the Dew'
King Creosote - 'Circle of My Demise'
Serafina - 'Ground in a Council Flat'