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becoming a drummer. day 1.

I packed my rucksack, had a big arsed brekky, exported the rest of the instrumentals and headed off out into the sun.

I walked through town with a bounce in my step. I was feeling good. I had a focus now. Getting back from france last week I hit a rocky bottom immediately. The food and the sun and the good living had come to an end. The morning after landing I found myself in tesco, surrounded by nutrition free lumps of corpse wrapped in plastic. And pesticide laced identical looking vegetables; Gone were the wonky misshapen, beautiful fruits that nature seemed to squeeze out with pleasure. I could no longer pluck them from the vine, still warm from the sun as they squelched their organic goodness directly into my blood stream.

Now, I could unwrap an avocado from Kenya, which had  been force fed chemicals and forced to grow in a factory then shrink wrapped,. stuck on a truck, then a plane. Then a truck, then a warehouse, then another truck and now I was stood in front of it feeling sorry for the poor bastard. There was no goodness left init. They may as well print one out on a 3d printer. And it had probably been injected with something to make it last. When I was picking veg from the potage in france if I didn’t eat it immediatley then with in two days or so it had gone soggy and disgusting. But tesco’s finest veg was probably plucked weeks ago and it still looked unripe. suspicious.

I walked around the strip lighted cube of shrink-wrapped death.
I left. I hid under my duvet for 2 days. The grey poured through my window. The view a derelict building covered in pigeon shit. The smell Subway Meatballs pumping out of a silver chimney. to the left outside of my window a glass panel was still boarded up and the smell of death hung in the air. my neighbour had fallen through it to her death a year ago. I read some Marcus Aurelius. No amount of Stoicism could fend off this paradise hangover.

I ignored all texts and calls.

Is this my reality? Is this the reality I have chosen for myself. A shithole housing association flat. Is this where I want to be as I approach 40? Alone, unloved and unloving, in my pit.

I looked around., half the room was piled full of crap. I didn’t want any of it, but yet couldn’t throw any of it.  The other half of my room contained my studio which I had just set up. 2 large yamaha speakers a consellation prize for 9 years of hard work in my previous band, before we lost a bandmate and it all crumbled to nothing. And the brain of the studio was a mac mini, a computer that used to belong to a friend who died of alcohol related problems. All my leads were crammed into a box which i inherited from my mate’s dead dad’s workshop. A vinyl record of my old defunct band hung on the wall shot to pieces with a gun. sicknote: the johnny no-cash remix. Behind where my exflat mate’s head board used to be there was a wide mass of fading grey / black drips all down to the skirting board. One wall featured a big orangey brown stain about face height that also spread out and dripped downward to about knee height. The place stunk. Lots of holes and cracking plasterboard and big stains and shit on the smelly carpet.

Why am I such a messy cunt.

Surrounded by death and grey.

Luckily I had no time for much musings. I had a deadline. A live gig in 10 days for a project I had never taken live. We had created a collection of songs last winter in the bigger room, when I was set up in there. We released it as an album and a few people got off on it. Not that many. Then we got a booking last month. I flew back from France. And if it wasn’t for the gig I don’t think I would have.

So I snapped out of the gloom over the course of 6 icecreams and a huge dose of Montaigne.

I cleaned the room bit by bit over a day or 3. I met a few friends in cafes and drank tea and talked shit.

Then today I headed down to the crypt: a local rehearsal space for the community. I was presented with a present from my band mate and good mate, Pestis. My first set of drum sticks. Buzzing my tits off. I set up the Crypt’s drum kit. in completely the wrong way. discarding the kick and bringing a tom, snare, crash and the bottom of a hi hat all to about waist height. I stood there surrounded by my new friends. Fuck playing the mouse. Lets GO…..

But,.Could I play?

Dj Slipped Disc Jocky clicked the tunes into motion. Pestis grabbed his 50s style ribbon mic and started to strut his stuff. Flakey adorned her silver waist jewels and began to rotate her hips.

And I smashed the holy fuck out of the drum kit, completely out of time, all over the fucking place, with not a single fucking care in the world.

I will never play a mouse on stage again as long as I live. And i may never fill a pot with compost again….
Who knows whats next…

But for now………………………….

Let the clusterfuck commence.

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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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NINJAH ‘RAAAAAAAW’ REMIX COMPETITION

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DO YOU LIKE IT RAW STYLEE?

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Here is the REMIX COMPETITION for NINJAH‘s latest single RAW, CUT OFF DATE for all remixes is now January 11th 2014…

DOWNLOAD THE STEMS HERE. THE SONG IS 109 BPM…..

The most inventive and banging remix will win a place on NINJAH’S NEXT RELEASE, a RAW T-SHIRT, A SIGNED NINJAH PHOTO and  other NINJAH goodies…

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UPLOAD YOUR REMIXES HERE. All remixes must be uploaded there, or they will not be entered into the competition!
NINJAH AND TANTRUM RECORDS WILL LISTEN TO EVERY REMIX,
A WINNER WILL BE ANNOUNCED Mid January

https://soundcloud.com/groups/raw-remixes

any questions email jason@tantrumrecords.net

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DO YOU LOVE WHERE YOU LIVE?

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Thinking the other day, what do i love about this place, Cardiff, i been living in for 13 years?
‘Fuck all’ sprung to mind initially. But, you know, it’s that sort of thinking that makes a place shit. Manchester and Bristol and Berlin are legendary because when you go there everyone bigs it up, they love it, accept it, with all it’s flaws and this attitude makes the place fucking buzz and grow. Even if it is a shit hole, the attitude seems to overcome, and ignite a magic into the streets and minds of everyone who visits.

Lots of people you talk to in Cardiff say it’s shit, i’ve been guilty of it myself. I’ve had my ups and downs here, made lots of enemies and lots of great friends. Organised hundreds of events and been lucky to have been involved with some amazing people and projects.

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Maybe it’s time to big up our City and learn to love the place where we reside. Put this place on the map, as the friendliest and most unique place in the UK, The capital city of Wales. A fucking gem….. With friendly weird folks, huge parks, wonderful street characters, independent businesses, local artists and bands, arcades and markets, people from all over the world, loads of graffiti popping up and more and more people organising their own stuff. Our city is full of character, let’s hope it keeps growing that way……

Welcome to Planet Cardiff.

check out the new shizzle i been working on with my mate here… http://goo.gl/R8Bw8k

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I played a DJ set on Wednesday in 10 Feet Tall in Cardiff for the NO NATO night organised by my flat mate and local celebrity anarchist, Cosmo.
I was supporting amazing acts Mr Vast and the unbelievably talented Clayton Blizzard, who’s CD i bought and love!

I got on the decks about 11pm and smashed out a massive set and managed to clear the place. I ended up rocking the room of exactly NO BODY until midnight, absolutely loving it! As there was no crowd i felt the freedom to experiment. I sneakily recorded it and i have to admit it’s all over the fucking place. I was on one. Dropping Gary Glitter and Thom Yorke in the mix with lots of deep technoey shit and never really settling on a direction. I was in two minds on whether to make it public but i thought FUCK IT.

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here is the mix, it’s completely FREE! Once you have the music, if you like it, please share! share! share! and spread it as far as you can…. i’m on a mission to build a tribe of flappy ravers so i can eventually go out and play to massive crowds instead of just to a Welsh bemused barman!

Direct download CLICK ME

loads more FREE music HERE

 

HELP ME CONTiNUE MAKING THIS RACKET>>>

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