Lawns of a Better Place
a Buck Theorem album
Non-electronic: inspired more by
folk and acoustic as well as the usual alternative and ambient. And Field
Recordings. Started a long, long time ago (decades) when I first started to try
and record etc.
So some of these started as 4-Track
recordings. These people I knew but I now hardly remember lent me a 4-Track and
then they disappeared and left it with me. I made very good use of it,
recording the duos I was in. (There was the time my cat slept on it, pressed
buttons and recorded over everything…) Then we were all digital. I think I gave
it to a friend…
And then there was COVID, where I
found that a year and a half was quite enough of being in my natural state of a
hermit, thank you. “Lockdown in a Drowned House” is obviously about that time.
As it happened, my first outing after lockdown was a gig where I was performing
but my equipment wasn’t working. I didn’t care. I was happily amongst friends
again, for I am as much a social animal as a hermit, it would seem.
“Buzz of the Lawn” features a
recording of one of my lockdown walks through the park. I remember that was a
great, Sunny English Summer where we mostly stayed indoors whilst others went
defiantly bonkers.
I dabbled in a little horror here
with “Witch Tree” and “In A Stone Asylum”. A little street corner doo-wop, a little beach harmonica.
“Dead Names on Chapel Walls” was
inspired by the time when I was clearing out a chapel as I was a cleaner in
what used to be an old Victorian school building. In the entrance, there were
plaques of students that had died there, one at Snowden, if I remember
correctly. Another on the cricket field when the ball hit his chest and knocked
out his weak heart. If you want a glimpse of the place, watch ‘Monty
Mython’s Meaning of Life’; I found slips of lyrics still in stacks of
Bibles (“Oh Lord, please don’t roast me…”).
During lockdown, my only In Person
contact was with Pete at the comic shop. I would go there and we would talk
through our masks amongst the comics for ages. Here’s to you, Pete.