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Sleaford Mods Cardiff

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Sleaford Mods live in CF10 Cardiff Uni. This venue is a total pile of shit. Only the first 2 rows could see / hear anything and the stage was 12 feet away, separated by a barrier which served to make us feel we were watching the band in a goldfish bowl. The first rows were loving the gig, and even dancing. The rest of the venue was packed with old punks with their misses on one arm and a pint of bitter in the other, nodding along to the dirty grooves of Andrew Fearn’s laptop. A friend who had travlled hundreds of miles slipped in front of the barrier to get a photo and was tossed out onto the street by the meat head bouncers.

I managed to fight my way to the front and worked my self up into a sweaty heap. During a toilet break i noticed how packed the venue was with Sicknote fans. and it took me a good 15 minutes to piss, after catching up with many old faces i aint seen since the ascension of Dr Conker.

I got in the mosh pit for one last bounce, this time to the excellent TWEET TWEET TWEET.

On the way out i thought, you know, i dont drink anymore, so it wont hurt to spend a few quid on my fave new band. I kitted myself out with a banging new Tshirt and Vinyl… the Excellent Chubbed Up + LP. RECOMMENDED.

when i got home, still buzzin, i dug out a video i had stole off youtube of Jason Williamson, the front man, having a rant for the NME Christmas Message. I remember thinking i should put it to music when i first heard it back in December. So i chopped him up and made this bouncy electro tune.

After tweeting the band several times to see if they minded if i uploaded it, i was getting no reply. i didnt wanna get on their tits as i knew they were on tour so i just left the vid on my hardrive, gagging to share it, but held out. Then they dropped me a reply one night…..

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so i whack it up on youtube and soundcloud as a little freebie and it quickly became the most viewed thing on Tantrum Youtube Channel this year.

https://soundcloud.com/flapsandwich/fuckoffs

hope you like it. looking for more shit to remix / collab with. any suggestions drop in the comments below. nice one THANKS for listening

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my shit

Dirty Cash

loved working the rugby saturday. selling scarves at cardiff smelly market, helping keep all the little round welshies warm in the stadium. a few quid in the back burner. never seen cardiff so rammed and mental. buzzing. hundred thousand drunk people. craziness. finally escaped the madness and hopped on the train…
arrived in the silent country and took the short crisp cold starry walk to my missus’s cottage. we watched this amazing film where billy conolly plays david tennants dying dad called ‘what we done on our holiday’. Well worth a look! brilliant. sunday it was day of the MAM, we ate so much we rolled around crying for a few hours. flup. followed by a two hour food coma.

i been thinking about money lately. dirty cash. the only money i ever really made in music has been a regular tickle from playing live gigs with my band Sicknote over the years. The merchandise takings always went back into the pot to pay for more new merch, or if there was a surplus we might take a bonus now and again.
but what about the actual music? does it pay? no! not so far. i have given my music away since forever. never ever charging a penny for downloads of any of the sounds i have made right from before the days of sicknote, all the songs i made for the band, all the collaborations, side projects, remixes and solo tunes and recent experiments.
until two weeks ago. i started a new bandcamp pro account which allows people to pay whatever they like for my music. i uploaded a few things i have worked on recently. theres still loads to upload but i made a start to see if anyone would, after years of gettin my music for free, suddenly be up for paying me something. its a test. i felt like maybe its too late, everyone is used to having it for free now. but woah! and behold! some kind people donated me £69. nice! (coincidently exactly what i paid for my mams mothers day meal!) so, thats £35 a week. ok not gonna break the bank or let me retire, however, to me in my current situation this is a massive help!!! as an artist making art who values my time above all else and every penny is a huge help. i would like to thank every single person who donated. if i earned this every week i would have more time to put into making new songs and videos and less time worrying about my landlord and debt collectors. and working the myriad of shit job i have done in the last year or so.

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performance is where the money is. but not really done much of that since the band went. but am slowly getting out there again playing me own tunes and yes…. a new live act…. a new band….
but if i can get a trickle coming in from the music it can afford me the time i need. so thanks for supporting me and please keep it up, by either whckin the donate button on the top of this page or paying whatever you like for the music i put here.

http://tantrumrecords.bandcamp.com

back in the studio today buzzing with ideas. and itching to get a live act together. missing that buzzzz….if you are a drummer / singer / dancer / film maker / clown / freak / producer / guitarist / performer or if you got any ideas and fancy having some fun get in touch:
jason@tantrumrecords.net

watch this space!

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DEATHBED

deathbed

i woke up and ran for the bathroom. i was violently sick. i laid on the floor, my head on the toilet set. . acidic phlegm stretched from my lips to the yellow pool below. i groaned. cleaned my teeth. then chucked again.

i threw on some clothes from the floor, and hobbled to the Farmers Market to buy my veg for the week. Ninjah was there. Drumming and rapping in my face. “Get out of the way or i’m gonna spew all over you.”

I waddled home. Sick again. Onesie. Bed. Slept til tuesday.

Then i set up my studio in bed.

My ears were blocked. My eyes were crying. My nose was full. My limbs were dead. I had no energy and i was grey / yellow.

I got to work. Sleep. Techno. Sleep. Techno. Soup. Techno. Sleep.

A week later i was better. DJ Tommy Tank kindly mastered the tunes. I uploaded the work.  Some of the maddest shit i’ve ever made- 4 tracks now known as the ‘Deathbed Confessions’ EP. You can listen to them all on youtube below. or just download the tunes HERE. (pay whatever you like (from 0p – £1.9million)).

 

Thanks for listening. I am better now, and am currently writing a piece for piano. A challenge from a friend. Can’t play piano though. Don’t know what i’m doing. I’ll let you know how i get on. ENJOY the new tunes and let me know ya thoughts.

heres the link to the brand new Bandcamp where everything is PAY WHAT YOU LIKE download! slowly uploading the back catalogue.

https://flapsandwich.bandcamp.com/

 

Thanks for all the donations, means a lot and means i can put more time into mad musical projects! Thank You.

 

 

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