CLEAR YOUR MIND by SPOTTISWOODE

As we slowly gear up to release our seventh studio album I’ve started suffering from nostalgia. So I’ve decided to post some of the band’s previous recordings and videos. I’ve even made some jottings. I begin with one of our least typical songs, an upbeat ditty from English Dream called Clear Your Mind. See it HERE.

THE SONG
I was in Catskill NY at Old Soul Studios in early 2010 finishing off Piano 45 with the indefatigable Kenny Siegal. Kenny has a treasure trove of musical instruments in his haunted house in that spooky old town - melotrons, hammond organs, you name it - but I was drawn to a small acoustic guitar. It had a remarkably shimmery sound. Turns out it was in Nashville tuning, a tuning I was unfamiliar with till then. Nashville tuning is just like regular tuning except a few of the strings are an octave higher than usual. So you play it as normal but it sounds weird and wonderful. The closest comparison is to a twelve string guitar which also shimmers with higher octave strings. However, the six string Nashville tuning variant has a much more delicate sound. Easier on the fingers too.

So, there I am strumming the most simple chords. There’s no reason to play anything more sophisticated. A basic C major already sounds so beautiful. To match the chiminess of the guitar I start to sing in falsetto. Pretty soon I mouth the following:

Spend your life aiming for the sun
Take your time you’ve only just begun
Speak your heart and open up your mind
Lose yourself and maybe you will find
Peace and Love at the bottom of the deck
A golden sword buried with the wreck
Even now your spirit is alive
Feel it grow the deeper that you dive
Clear your mind of rain
Clear your mind of rain
Clear your mind of rain

Yes, I know. Very yoga. Not exactly Nick Cave or Tom Waits. Oh well. The song wrote itself. Or maybe it was Kenny’s guitar.

THE RECORDING
The band had performed the tune a couple of times before we went into the recording studio but it was only once we were in pre-production at Riley McMahon’s New Warsaw Studio laboratory that I played it as originally written - with a guitar in Nashville tuning. Except this time the guitar was also a Fender Strat drenched in reverb. Immediately Riley turned to me and said “I think we’ve just found the sound of the record!” He was right. Almost half the songs on English Dream are played with a my echo-y Strat tuned this way.

The band arrangement came together quickly - John Young and Tim Vaill providing rhythmic propulsion, Riley his trademark arpeggiation and Tony Lauria his florid Liberawnchy melodicism. The biggest difficulty was deciding how to sing it. I had used falsetto when I wrote the tune and it had felt essential to the song’s gentle message. But now we had a jangly rock anthem. The falsetto felt too light in context.

Fortunately, some songs benefit more than others from a studio recording. We layered the vocals. I sang the main melody with both a falsetto and a full-throated approach multiple times and we then mixed the tracks together. Likewise for the harmonies. Kevin Cordt added additional harmony tracks as well. The combination of so many high vocal tracks and a jangly electric guitar? The closest to a Byrds sound I’ve ever recorded. With a bit of Mumford thrown in for the kiddies.

But The Byrds didn’t use trumpets. Kevin played the melody for the instrumental section and then laid down his own harmony. One of my regrets about the English Dream record in general and the videos in particular is that Candace DeBartolo had a bad knee injury during that period and therefore didn’t play on a few of the songs and also had to miss the shoot entirely. But with this song I confess I like the pomp of two trumpets in harmony on the track instead of the band’s signature trumpet and sax combination.

So yes, I’m happy with the recording. But for similar reasons I don’t very much enjoy playing the song live which may explain...

THE VIDEO
All the songs on English Dream have two accompanying videos except for this one.

I asked Clare Elliott to edit together 1940s archive footage made available by the British Council to match the mood and narrative of each song. The original idea was to project the edited footage onto the band during our album release tour. But that seemed like a lot of work for only a handful of shows. Many of the clubs we played didn’t even have the projection capability. So we organized a separate video shoot at St. John’s Lutheran Church in Greenwich Village in advance of the release.

The band dressed in one of several different period costumes for each song. For Clear Your Mind we went 40s. As with all the other songs, we played our instruments and performed in front of an enormous screen with Clare’s edited footage projected onto it. The only problem was that we looked silly. More to the point, I looked silly. I don’t like watching myself at the best of times but I looked particularly ridiculous earnestly singing these lyrics with my hair greased back. Believe me.

And Clare’s assembly of the black and white British Council footage is so lovely. So, while the other songs have video versions with and without the band, for Clear Your Mind there is only a without. The films were generated as PR to celebrate the British way of life during tumultuous times. Some retro and sometimes surreal eye candy to go with a sweet little song.

Saturday, October 21st 2017 by SPOTTISWOODE

About to fly back to New York not only for a Halloween Spectacular with my terrifying Enemies but also to master our next top secret record. The songs have been mixed, polished and edited in Riley McMahon's New Warsaw Studio in East Williamsburg. 

Making a record is like giving birth... or maybe it isn't. It takes longer for a start and I'm still waiting for the epidural. The sound of that wailing in the distance? Early onset tinnitus? No, it's me screaming very loudly. Ah, but when it's finally finally finished it will all have been worth it. 

I'll only be in New York for ten days. Then back to London for a schizophrenic change of scene: a singer-songwriter set at The Green Note on December 10th. If I'm lucky I'll have a few new piano songs under my fingers by then. Dear Joy opens. She's a wonderful Thai-Danish songwriter who sings much too beautifully. She's even agreed to sing one of my ditties. Very happy about that.

I'm hoping to redeem myself after a recent tragic set at The Salon Noir in Soho. Someone requested Humpty Dumpty but I played my noir classic Walk Of Shame instead. The same member of the audience then stormed across the stage in a fit of boredom.

Moral: NEVER INVITE YOUR 2-YEAR OLD DAUGHTER TO A GIG AND EXPECT TO TAKE YOURSELF SERIOUSLY.

 

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Double Award Winner by SPOTTISWOODE

The title track of my recent solo record BLAZE OF GLORY has just won two awards in a row. First it won the Mark Award in Los Angeles for Best Underscore In a Television Show. And then it won the Production Music Award in London in the same category. The whole song was used beautifully in an episode of the DirecTV mixed martial arts drama, Kingdom. You can watch the entire clip HERE

Many thanks to Thomas and Gregoire Kouzinier at the French label Super Pitch for commissioning the album. Thanks also to Riley McMahon, producer extraordinaire at New Warsaw Studio in Brooklyn. And further thanks to Carol Sue Baker at Ocean Park Music for pitching the song for the show. 

A Street Cat Named Bob by SPOTTISWOODE

There's a lot happening this Autumn.
On November 4th the lovely feature film A Street Cat Named Bob will be released in the UK. Two weeks after that, on November 18th, the film will be released in the US. Two of my songs are in the film. Indeed, one of my songs, Beautiful Monday, opens the picture. The second song, Still Small Voice Inside, turns into a bit of a singalong halfway through the story.
The film's star, Luke Treadaway, plays a drug-addicted London busker who ultimately gets "rescued" by a stray cat. He performs both songs along with a few by Charlie Fink of Noah and The Whale. The story is based on the international best-selling memoir by James Bowen
How did the songs end up in the film? 
Funny you should ask. Since the director's name is Roger Spottiswoode it may seem like an obvious case of nepotism. But we're not related. Roger - who has directed everything from James Bond to Tom Hanks and Sylvester Stallone movies - happened to read a couple of scripts of mine during the summer of 2015. At the time he was in the middle of pre-production for A Street Cat Named Bob. He contacted me and asked if I might have a few songs...
To celebrate the New York release, the band will play its only show of the season at Rockwood Music Hall in Manhattan on Saturday, November 19th.

Germany by SPOTTISWOODE

After five scintillating East Coast spring shows with my Enemies I've retreated to Europe. Next plan: invade Germany. Playing three gigs this July, two in Berlin and one in Hildesheim. Accomplices? Matti Muller, German gypsy gentleman guitarist; Jonny Gee, lunatic Anglo bassist; Angie Stricker, beauteous Berlin siren. A debut for the quartet. Makes me very curious. Particularly regarding backing vocal harmony textures. Matti and Jonny did an excellent job in London last Christmas. Who knows what the added dimension of Ms. Stricker's steely tones will bring. A German Emmylou Harris perchance? All to be discovered soon. Check the shows page for details... 

LONDON DEBUT! by SPOTTISWOODE

I'll be playing a show just before Christmas in my old home town at the fab and  beautiful club voted Best Music Venue in London in this year's Time Out

The Green Note
Thursday, December 17th
Doors 7pm / Show (two sets) at 8:30pm
Advance tickets here

The performance at The Green Note will be my London debut and also my first as a father!

I'll be backed up by two virtuoso friends. Matti Müller (gypsy guitar) comes all the way from Hildesheim, Germany. Jonny Gee (double bass) rolls down the hill from Archway, We promise an ecstatically mixed bag of folk, Americana, cabaret and neo-gospel songs touching liberally on themes of family and disfunction. We might even play the non-traditional singalong that I've performed many times at Christmas shows in New York with my Enemies. (Check this out for a practice.)

If you can't make it tell a London friend. And apologies in advance if there's a baby screaming several rows behind.

ANOTHER INDEPENDENT MUSIC AWARD NOMINATION by SPOTTISWOODE

ENGLISH DREAM, the band's 6th record, has been nominated for an Independent Music Award. Category: Best Adult Alternative Album of 2014. Judges this year included Suzanne Vega, Michelle Ndegeocello and Amanda Palmer.

It's the band's third nomination and Spottiswoode's sixth. In 2012 the band's ballad Chariot won the IMA for Best Adult Contemporary Song. That year the band's fifth record, Wild Goosechase Expedition, also won the Vox Populi Award for Best Eclectic Album of the year.

To vote for the band in this year's Vox Populi Awards PLEASE go to the link here and make it happen. Thank you!

Congratulations to the whole band and particularly to Riley McMahon, our guitarist and producer.

BLOODLINE by SPOTTISWOODE

I'm a wee bit chuffed about this. A song I wrote a while back will be the closing track of the closing episode of the new Netflix series, BLOODLINE, starring Kyle Chandler, Sissy Spacek, Chloe Sevigny and Sam Shepard. 

I first blurted out ALL IN THE PAST in my old East Village apartment in about 2007. To this day I can't tell if it's bitter or righteous. "I was young not so long ago but that was then and you'll never know…" I took it to the band and it turned into even more of a rocker than I imagined. 

A few years later we recorded it at Old Soul Studios and it became the fourth track of WILD GOOSECHASE EXPEDITION, our Independent Music Award-winning 2011 album produced by the incomparable Kenny Siegal and mixed by the sonically ingenious Tom Schick.

The band still plays the tune. In fact, it's one of the most liberating ditties in the repertoire for me to sing. I can't really explain why. I just still connect to it.

A couple of months ago Mark Wike, the BLOODLINE music supervisor, approached our LA rep Carol Sue Baker, and asked if she could find him "a dark song sung by an older dude about not being able to escape the past." Carol Sue kindly thought of me and supplied him with a few of my songs.

Completely coincidentally, one of the writers on the series is the remarkable novelist, Arthur Phillips. Arthur, a big fan of the band, had separately approached the show's producers recommending they use an Enemies track - thanks, Arthur! - but apparently by the time they were syncing the final episode they had completely forgotten his suggestion. 

BLOODLINE will be released by Netflix in its entirety on Friday, March 20th. All thirteen episodes. And we're at the very end. A good excuse to binge-watch.

BLAZE OF GLORY by SPOTTISWOODE

A brand new collection of some of my solo Americana songs has just been released on iTunes by the French soundtrack label, Super Pitch. Yes, you read that right. An Englishman makes an Americana album for a French label.

Find it HERE.

BLAZE OF GLORY is a set of ten songs produced by none other than Enemies guitarist, Riley McMahon, and commissioned and curated by future Parisian media moguls, Gregoire and ThomasCouzinier.

Primarily acoustic and full of harmonies, this is not your typical Spottiswoode record. Still, it runs through a classic jumble of emotions: heartbreak, insanity, even some uncharacteristic moments of optimism.

Many of the songs are old ditties I'd hidden away in the basement. A couple, like my personal favorite So Much To Do, I only wrote a few weeks before tracking. There's also a country duet. The extraordinary chanteuse and former Enemies backing vocalist, Jennifer Middaugh, upstages me shamelessly on Off The Merry-Go-Round and then contrives to sing the closing track on her own.

How did I let this happen? I was following orders. In fact, I barely had to make any decisions at all. Bliss.

Plus it's always fun working with Riley. We tracked one song a day. I laid down acoustic guitar and layers of vocals and then watched Riley play everything else: banjo, electric and acoustic guitars, bass, keyboards, lap steel, glockenspiel, piano, drums, whatever a track required.

Thanks to Gregoire and Thomas of Super Pitch for commissioning these songs and sending them out into the universe. Their primary goal is to find placements in film and television and they've already had success. The title track was recently featured in a French television commercial for the charity, Fondation de France.

Fall Tours Recollected by SPOTTISWOODE

Glitter Gun at the Deej

Insanity, insanity, insanity. A trek through the vineyards of upstate New York to balmy Cleveland, Ohio where we share a basement dressing room at The Beachland with a zoftig burlesque troop and later serenade Glenn Tilbrook of Squeeze without knowing he's there till he introduces himself afterwards. Fall foliage twinkles and flutters and wishes us bon voyage. Columbus, Chicago, Milwaukee do the same. A blur of sets. Violently committing to songs whether the audience is enraptured, texting or simply absent. Invading the homes of friends and strangers and relying on my Enemies to charm them as I sleep and sniffle. Wonderful hosts everywhere! Angels, we call them. Angels! And somehow we have slalomed through the sun-addled cornfields to Minneapolis. A game of croquet with my brother and two of my nephews? How did that happen? No, we're in Dubuque Iowa wowing the sound man. Yes, sound men like us. And now a new motto: Not as bad as Des Moines. Not one I recommend for Presidential hopefuls. 

A brief respite and then a daring foray south of the Mason Dixon Line. Still too exhausted to remember any of it. A show without our bass player in Ashland Virginia earns a standing ovation. Another ovation in Charlotte with Mr. Young back in the fold. They would have ovated in Atlanta as well but there weren't enough people to do such a thing. But the fabulous sound guy raved, yes he did. Did I mention sound guys fancy us? Birmingham Alabama, thank you for nurturing our remarkable host Charles Essington Walton IV. Oh yes, we played a show too to a wonderful crowd, but who cares about the music really? That was written a long time ago. It's the meetings with remarkable men, the diamonds in the thicket, the random celestial collisions. And how did we contrive to get to Augusta, Georgia after James Brown left the building? Turns out his soul had migrated just a few hundred miles away and possessed the undimmable Danielle Howle. Two historic sets with the Duchess of South Carolina, one in Columbia, the  other in Charleston. Sandwiched between these two inexplicable events an encounter with a goat while on stage in Awendaw Green. Not as complimentary as I would have liked her to be but at least she didn't spend the song staring at her smart phone. Hello again, North Carolina. Goodbye again. A frozen night in Virginia, then swallowed up in the mid-November glow of the nation's capital. Friendly faces, raucous crowd, reinforcements from the Union in the shape of General McMahon and our bugler, Corporal Cordt. Turns out the English Dream never really materialized. The Wild Goosechase Expedition continues...

Late Summer by SPOTTISWOODE

Photo by Clare Elliott

Photo by Clare Elliott

Here I am in sunny London having my nineteenth nervous breakdown, wondering what the future holds. Looking forward to some shows with Matti Muller and Angi Stricker in Germany this September and then some tours with my Enemies in the States during the autumn. After that? Well, I suppose that's plenty to think about for the time being.

There's also this strange collection of basement "Americana" songs that a French soundtrack label will be releasing very soon. It's called BLAZE OF GLORY. Nine of my songs, each produced in one day by the genius Riley McMahon. I don't have much idea about what the label, Super Pitch, wants to do with the collection. They have complete control. I'm honestly very happy about that. Don't let the monkey think too much. 

What else? I've just completed the 8th draft of a thriller that has occupied me off an on for a few years. How many more drafts? Of all my deluded ambitions, being a novelist was never one of them. A New York agent put paid to that and craftily lured me into this most recent humiliation.

One of the blessings of trying to write: it's a good excuse to read. Have been on a David Mitchell binge recently. Someone who can write a sentence AND tell a story. It's so easy for him he makes things more complicated than perhaps they should be, but a master gets aways with it. I thought writing a novel might be easy. Like writing a long song. Hmm.

So, basically I'm floundering about with a wonky rudder, taking on water and not sure which way to steer. Perhaps one day we'll crash into each other?

Love from the Thames,

Spotty