Monthly Archives: December 2011

Saturday 31st December

SCRIBBLE-HEAD: What an extraordinary year this has been. In January Frankenstein was yet to go public. We were living in a hotel on the South Bank, eating porridge in the NT canteen & seeing very little of the world outside… continue reading »

Friday 30th December

CAN YOU FEEL IT?: In the belly. (K)

Thursday 29th December

A DAY AT THE RACES: Baaaa! (K)

Wednesday 28th December

MIRROR-MIRROR: Found your face carved on a tree – a boy looks sad & old cut into the living skin of a giant standing naked at the side of the road. Radiant faces walk past laughing, chasing – hand in… continue reading »

Tuesday 27th December

BEAUTIFUL THING: The house is sleeping, inbox empty, the phone hasn’t rung all day. I creep into the studio, clutching fresh tea & inspiration. Moving slow so as not to wake the world. (K)

Monday 26th December

BREATHING: It’s unusually still outside beyond that loud jazz coming from the kitchen – something trad with a Christmas flavour, prolongs a cosy feeling of cocoon where we all floated smiling, “This is a great day, thank you”. Today I… continue reading »

Saturday 24th December

I’M DREAMING OF A BLACK & WHITE CHRISTMAS: Something simple & happy. (K)

Friday 23th December

ELECTRIC PAPER MAP MONKEY: Bless the commuters of the Emerald City. It was one’ve those glorious, ‘you got it so wrong karl’ moments – everyone on the tube train was reading paper -based words. Though 3 out’ve the 4 people… continue reading »

Thursday 22nd December

LOOK THROUGH ANY WINDOW YEAH; Into the holes beneath the City of Dreams we dive, breathing the dust of skin & crumbling buildings. An urban tribe wired up to tiny electronic friends, distractions from the wonderful imagery tumbling all around… continue reading »

Wednesday 21st December

AS I WALKED OUT ONE FOGGY MORN: Rhythms clash & tangle in the countdown to Christmas – imagining marks on big sheets of heavy paper that tumble onto the ground as sound. (K)

Tuesday 20th December

COLOURS: Our shadows ripple over iron fences, over weeds that dance by the side of the road. The iron rusts, looks beautiful in sunlight where the names of local faces like a fanfare sprayed in silver drip down walls. And… continue reading »

Monday 19th December

BOOK OF LISTS: Franz Kline stares back at us today in dynamic blacks & whites. One’ve those daze that started out so great yet with an almost imperceptible undercurrent of erosion. As the sky turned the colour of grey milk, rain began… continue reading »

Sunday 18th December

BLACKTOP BOOGIE-WOOGIE: The light was bright & beautiful when we woke now the snow fallS thick & fast. I was about to write you long today, but if we don’t get out soon the road between here & there will… continue reading »

Saturday 17th December

  VILLAGE OF THE GLAMMED: Paparazzi gather on the corners in between the post box & the betting shop – conspicuous in black & looking hungry. Film stars stagger in from the street acting crazy & enigmatic – a village… continue reading »

Friday 16th December

IT STICKS TO THE SOLES OF YOUR SHOES: I think I’m being followed – no seriously. The bloke who sat next to me in the waiting room this morning got off the same train coming back. This geezer walks into… continue reading »

Thursday 15th December

ANOTHER HOTEL TABLEAUX: Into the Emerald City with notebook & pen, flicking poetry out’ve cracks between the bricks. But first, a phoner with Japan un-noticed in a car in a random station carpark. (K)

Wednesday 14th December

NUDE DESCENDING A STAIRCASE: A long morning behind the wheel begins before sunrise, passing through Lemonworld, playing back & critiquing compositions. In this world we get less time together than you’d imagine, so this time together before the phones bay… continue reading »

Tuesday 13th December

EVERYTHING IS CARBON: I’m thinking about charcoal twisting between the fingers, describing violent arks across the surface of heavy paper. I’m thinking about beach fires on summer nights & finding rings of carbonised wood at sunrise. This morning in the… continue reading »

Monday 12th December

NOISE: Driving just before sunrise, flicking from Radio 1 to 5, the light between the silhouettes of trees makes a rhythm – a gentle but incessant ‘thudding’ on my window. Black naked branches squeak like leather-on-leather, generating murmured conversations. To… continue reading »

Sunday 11th December

MISSING IN ACTION: And we’ll miss it dearly until after the Oympics. The dancing shoes won’t go back on fast enough then! Thank you to everyone who celebrated with us in Holland last night. Your energy was electric, lifting us… continue reading »

Saturday 10th December

IN HOLLAND WITH A BANANA: Local crews have done a beautiful job here in Holland, production details high & rising. Bacon & eggs wait back stage in rooms decked out with gnomes & ladybirds. No clue what the theme is… continue reading »

Friday 9th December

THE LAST WALTZ: Before dawn the stars slipped from the sky like low cost airlines, tail lights blinking. The moon was fat & yellow laughing at the sun as it struggled to give us heat through a jungle of naked… continue reading »

Thursday 8th December

WITH THE GLASS EYES ON YOU: It was a freezing cold day, dark & bleak before sunrise. Wrapped up in the back of Safe Dave’s car, from the heart of Essex into Olympic City. As the sun rose we froze… continue reading »

Wednesday 7th December

AMONGST FRIENDS: Of to the emerald City, on a dark, wet & freezing morning – Safe Dave at the wheel. A field, perhaps, somewhere to meet the good people of the press for photographs & banter. (K)

Tuesday 6th December

GIANT PINK THINGS: At sunrise the sky was full of animals. Giant pink things in purple hoods floated east.We stood beneath them photographing naked sticks, broke the ice on puddles with the heels of our boots & it cracked like… continue reading »

Monday 5th December

WHEN THE BODY IS AN ALIEN: Flu flies fierce in the face of fortune. However, with the appropriate state of mind the cavalcade of compositions never falters, nor languishes in the long face lane. Press gearing up for this week’s… continue reading »

Sunday 4th December

WHEN YOU DON’T FEEL GUSHING: Some daze it’s too early to think grown up thoughts. The poetry collides like the random cravings of a tempestuous child. I’m remembering a scene from the Efterklang film ‘ An Island ‘ where they’re travelling through… continue reading »

Saturday 3rd December

AAAAAAAAAHHHH!: Woke up in the fast lane of the M1. Looked out the window at a sunrise so gloriously black & white it sucked the colour out’ve the world. Only the clouds, deceptive in their livery of greys were actually… continue reading »

Friday 2nd December

WET FEET: Yeah, there’s a leak & the floors are flooded just like back in student daze. Feels like visit for old times sake of a forgotten lodger as we paddle about before dawn. Took a walk to watch the… continue reading »

Welcome to our new Underworld Beta site

Over the last couple of months we’ve been working hard to make the website a much nicer, simpler, user friendly environment for you and we’re very nearly there. continue reading »

Thursday 1st December

WHO GOT THE KEY?: I know exactly what happened, I got up in a really good mood, went fast walkin’ & got stuck into the studio without getting bogged down with the ’thinkin’ thing. Words, Grooves, Music passing back &… continue reading »