on the radio, muttering – Sunday 28 July (& Tue, Wed, Fri…)
preliminary notes
I’m on Radio Reverb this Sunday as part of an hour-long programme of spoken word and improvised music – that’s 28 July at 11pm, on 97.2FM. The programme’s repeated at the following times:
Tue 30 July 7am
Wed 31 July 11am, &
Fri 2 Aug 5am
July 25, 2013 | Categories: News, Radio, Stories | Tags: airplay, alternative musician, David Moscovich, electro-acoustic collaboration, FM radio, improvised music, Jamie Sturrock, Leland Poet, novel, performance, Radio Reverb, short stories, spoken word, Tales from a Coldean Woodshed, www.radioreverb.com | Comments Off on on the radio, muttering – Sunday 28 July (& Tue, Wed, Fri…)
Sherlock H vs The F***king C***suckers
Below is a piece I wrote some years ago for a fanzine (on actual paper, yet). Explanation follows.
I arrived at 221B Baker Street to find my friend Sherlock Holmes deep in consultation with a well-to-do lady of middle years, her pale worried features a sad contrast to the richness of her dress. ‘It’s my son Francis,’ she said in a voice cracked with weariness. ‘Ever since he joined this.. “rock band”, he’s been like a perfect stranger. He comes and goes at all hours, refuses his dinner, and seems to detest my husband and I – but worse yet…’
Here Holmes interrupted with a brusque gesture of his nervous fingers. ‘This band. What do they call themselves?’
‘I blush to tell you, Mr Holmes, but they are known as The Fucking Cocksuckers.’
‘Quite so. If you will permit me – ?’ Holmes stretched out a long arm and reached into the jumble of documents and periodicals on the mantelpiece. ‘Hmm. Yes, here we are – this week’s New Musical Express.. Watson, what a catalogue of horrors is here! The lubberly scum of London, the very dregs of the opium dens.. Where was it.. Ah! I quote: “spotted by yr excited reporter picking their noses in a darkened toilet with the Damp Socket Scuzz Collective (formerly We Luv Public School Records) – anti-music – anti-quotes – they wipe their arses on the smug corpse of the Old Previous Cunts – doing it for The Kids, man – tired rhetoric – I play guitar like I’m flogging my old PE teacher – drums like a scotch egg full of Iggy’s spunk…” Enough!’
‘But Mr Holmes, this is not the worst of it!’ the good lady interjected. ‘I listened to some of their.. music.. only this afternoon, and my own Francis was,’ she coughed with embarrassment, ‘..singing, after a fashion, about “snorting bones”. In somebody’s garden shed.’ Her face was ashen with horror. ‘Bones, Mr Holmes!’
Holmes looked grim indeed. ‘Mrs Glendinning, I shall be most glad to rescue your son from these villains. Watson, I would be grateful if you’d pass me the inhaler of benzedrine cough remedy.’
‘Why, have you a cold, Holmes?’
‘Just do it.’
Suitably refreshed, my friend bade the dowager Lady goodbye and stepped out to hail a cab. I found him prostrate with nervous exhaustion a few feet from the porch, his athletic frame splayed on the cobblestones. ‘Quickly Watson – the brandy,’ he croaked, gesturing feebly toward the inner pocket of his greatcoat, ‘and you’d better have some too if we’re to stand a chance of surviving the ghastly work that lies ahead of us. I trust you’ve brought your revolver.’
‘Holmes, you surely cannot anticipate any danger from these noisy children?’
My friend smiled thinly as I helped him to his feet. ‘No. But I might feel like shooting someone.’
We arrived in a swirling fog outside the lowest kind of tavern. The noises from within are beyond my power to describe – and over it all a nasal, tortured yelp as of a man crying out in mortal crisis.
We pushed inside through the heat and throng, eyes watering in the murk, minds assaulted by the din. My cheeks burn as I write it, but the music began to work within me in strange ways – my moral fibre was shaken – my resistance wavered.. I plugged my ears and pushed on, seeing the lithe form of my friend leap onto the stage!
What a scene I beheld: the preening figure that had once been Francis Strathbogie Glendinning, beloved heir of a respectable family, twitching and cursing in language that must not – must not – be repeated. Surrounding him were a group of haggard, perspiring louts, sneering in practised ennui as they mishandled their instruments; a glassy-eyed stare and a shrug was their only reaction to Holmes’ appearance. He grasped Francis’s skinny shoulder and pushed the repulsive figure aside, seizing the microphone – howls of protest rose from the crowd – with his other hand Holmes picked up a guitar and lifted it high above his head, then dashed it to the floor!
I felt a thrill of fear as he snarled, ‘Right you lightweight little shits.. I’ll show you something..’
TO BE CONTINUED
(Except it wasn’t, nor was it intended to be. It was a dig at the then-prevalent mid-00’s fashion for bands made up of crackheads and public-school wankers pretending to be ex-rent boys, weird as that seems now. Anyway, I rediscovered it by accident and thought it might be a laugh to stick it on here.)
September 23, 2012 | Categories: Music, Stories, Thoughtz | Tags: band, crack addicts, fanzine, humour, libertines, live music, London, NME, roman a clef, Sherlock Holmes, short story | Comments Off on Sherlock H vs The F***king C***suckers
a vid for Valentine’s Day
…and also for the re-issue of “Episodes”
Monday 20th Feb sees the digital re-release of my 2008 EP Episodes, with bonus tracks. Here’s a short story to celebrate: one for all you Valentine’s Day romantics out there. (Ha!)
February 14, 2012 | Categories: Album, Films, Music, News, Stories | Tags: Bandcamp, EP, Episodes, freevid, nasty, record release, sci-fi/horror, short films, short story, Valentine's Day, Youtube | Comments Off on a vid for Valentine’s Day
short film #4: A Complaint from The Other World
This is a one-off filmed story that was hosted by God Is In The TV zine. Watch it, it’s unusual (and very, very cheap).
August 10, 2011 | Categories: Films, News, Stories | Tags: abstract, DIY art (art povera), God Is In The TV, innovation?, sci-fi/horror, short films | Comments Off on short film #4: A Complaint from The Other World
UnExplorers video part 3 on God Is In The TV
an explosive conclusion
The final part of this story’s hosted exclusively by God Is In The TV, and brings the story to a cosmic climax – with messy consequences for some…
http://godisinthetvzine.co.uk/index.php/2011/06/23/exclusive-matt-finucane-unexplorers-part-3/
As before, it’ll be on Youtube in a while – but go to GIITTV first because it’s stuffed with music insight and dissent.
June 23, 2011 | Categories: Films, News, Stories | Tags: God Is In The TV, innovation?, sci-fi/horror, short films, webzine | Comments Off on UnExplorers video part 3 on God Is In The TV
UnExplorers video part 2 on God Is In The TV
The Golem knows the way
Here’s part 2 of The UnExplorers, hosted by God Is In The TV. For anyone who came in late, it’s a film of a short story; sadly, there’s no sex or violence, as that’s quite tricky when you’re alone in front of a camera (well, a bit).
http://godisinthetvzine.co.uk/index.php/2011/05/31/exclusive-matt-finucane-unexplorers-part-2/
Speaking of movies and that, I’m doing a screen test in 4 days’ time for the lead role in the film I randomly auditioned for a while ago (see below) – obviously I’ll write about it afterward, however great or humiliating it turns out.
June 1, 2011 | Categories: Films, News, Stories | Tags: God Is In The TV, innovation?, sci-fi/horror, short films, webzine | Comments Off on UnExplorers video part 2 on God Is In The TV