Monday, 27 February 2012

My Monday Habit

  In the interests of good habit forming behaviour, I have started talking to people in the street. Not entirely at random, mainly just the ones holding instruments.






 Have you ever wondered what it's like to be a busker? To get money (or sometimes not!) for sharing songs, getting heckled, approached by eccentrics?







 It turns out that these street-side musicians have the most curious and colourful tales to tell... and I intend to share them all with you, every Monday, in the form of fifteen minute interview transcripts with Brighton's most weird and wonderful musicians. I'm calling it the "Joy Of Busk".








  Stay tuned for amazing and laugh-out-loud funny stories from a wide-cross section of Brighton's most talented buskers! It's gonna be good!






 

Sunday, 12 February 2012

A Good Start!

So... last weekend Hove Town Hall was full of hundreds of groovy looking gardeners for Seedy Sunday, Brighton's biggest seed swapping event. Yesterday however, the building teemed with hundreds of anxious musicians waiting for a 2 minute audition in front of a panel of 8 music industry judges. Think X-factor with instruments, real musicians and full bands, but without the gloss, hype, theme music and Simon Cowell and you've got Live and Unsigned. 

 

  In the end I only had to wait half an hour for my audition but averaged a trip to the toilet about twice every five minutes (to check I had got all the sleep out of my eyes, that the hair which poked out wildly from under my hat didn't look too much like it was trying to take over my face, to pass out all of the water I was drinking to ease my nerves, to warm up my voice and to spend some anxious minutes deeply regretting the late night curry I had consumed the night before).
  So it was that after feeling fully preened and emptied out, I stepped into the lion's mouth. The format was strange, being that three or more people/contestants went in at the same time. I went in with a guitarist-singer duo and was told I was up first. So a guy wearing a black T-shirt who seemed to be playing the part of Simon Cowell asked me a little bit about myself and I answered quickly and factually, trying a bit too hard to be funny, meanwhile 8 pairs of eyes from behind the long judges desk gradually rose up from 8 score sheets towards my awkward explanations of how "I would do more open mics but it's cold and I live on a boat."
  And then he said "OK, off you go". And off I went, singing the two minute version of my new song, Who Knows, that I had prepared. Too slowly and an octave too low. And on I went. I sounded like a old time crooner and when I got to the Chorus the first time I sang it at the right pitch but twice as loud to make sure they got that I wasn't a Bing Crosby tribute act, before returning to the verse an octave too low and wondering how I'd managed to make the same mistake twice so eagerly and without any helpful intervention from my mind (which I realised had retreated to a safe distance to watch this whole accident). I was finishing strong but was silenced mid-sentence by the "Simon" man and then had to wait uncomfortably, shifting my weight from foot to foot while the duo next to me performed. A man and a very tall woman in a long white dress. The singer was very smooth and right before they finished, one of the guitarist's strings broke. The judges all laughed promisingly at them and I hung my head and as we all shuffled out a technician anxiously chased after me shouting to remove my guitar lead which was still plugged into my guitar and tripping up the next wave of performers, a rock band it looked like, who were cautiously trying to climb into the room over my sprawling stupidity. I felt like a dunce.
  Down I sat with my friend and sipped yet more water but this time in a slow, conciliatory manner.
  After a short while, a very friendly guy, whom I assumed to be playing the part of Dermot O'Leary, came and said to me with a mock-consoling expression "unfortunately... today it's a...... yes."

I don't know quite how but I did it! Maybe they're all Bing Crosby fans.

  So, That was that! It's given me a real boost and for the next part I will be playing songs in the regional final in the Hove Centre on the 29th of April! If you are around in a couple of months time or could be to show your support, please let me know! Tickets are £8 for a 90 minute concert of Brighton's brightest and best new and original talent. Plus, if you intend on getting tickets for this show you can also buy them straight from me, then I get lots of Kudos and music-related prizes like studio time and other such goodness (and, OK if you insist, I promise to put you on my guest list if I end up playing at the O2 in London later in the year! Sold yet? Add me some comments below!) 

  more info about April 29th here: Ooohgh! CLICK ME!


As my friend David would exclaim, "Happy Days!"

p.s. below is the picture which I used as the front cover for my Xmas covers album, reproduced for those of you I didn't get to see in person at Christmas!



Thursday, 26 January 2012

Gameplan! 2012 is my year!

  Here we are then, new year, new surprises, new game plan. Well, near identical game plan but this time I'm actually doing it! Last night I played at the the stunning "Chequers Open Mic Night", stunning because of the quality of the performances, Kicked off by an amazing footstomping trio and with a fantastic atmosphere.  I played a few covers and a few of my own and noticed the winter rust coming off as I performed but my performance and even my mistakes were warmly received by Isaac and Julie who had invited me down and by the rest of the pub. What a great night of performances.
     
  Tonight I braved the White Rabbit open mic and was also shocked but this time because of how friendly an environment it seemed, contrary to my daytime experience of the pub as a bit of a hangout for people who'd forgotten how to shower, the nighttime crowd was great. The two barmaids were possibly the happiest two in the pub, dancing round and helping each other like it was a trained routine, that and a jazzy old keyboard man on stage made it easy to wait for my turn to play. The open Mic hosted by Simon and Damien was very good fun, even though it was often background  music to a good loud evening pub atmosphere. I opened loudly with Subterranean homesick blues, forgetting only a couple of lines and opened my eyes at the end to see most of the pub staring at me. The desired result but I quickly forgot myself and went into a wobble and with about 90%  enthusiasm played a couple of my own songs. I had forgotten just how weird being on stage and being watched critically can be! I was warmly congratulated by the hosts afterwards and felt like I might become a regular at both of these nights. Here's to a musical 2012.




Brighton Pavilion!

Wednesday, 14 December 2011

Jinglingly Bells





So folks! I'm making an xmas covers album, I'm looking for possibly obscure and beautiful songs you think would make good covers with mostly just voice and guitar, all suggestions welcome!



Tuesday, 13 December 2011

Osho Birthday Celebration Satsang!

Thankyou to everyone who came to this and made it so special. It was the first official satsang I have played and it was a deeply moving experience for me, I was hardly able to keep up with your dancing energy! Love and light to my Bristol family!

 Ooh! And if you would like my music there are new songs of mine on Youtube and Soundcloud available on the top of the page! (You can also follow my adventures by clicking "subscribe" on the bottom of the page). Feel free to leave a comment.



 
the inscription above reads ("each thing is perfect") image by Tanchu Terayama

  Love and a hug,

  Dhyan Alfie x

Saturday, 15 October 2011

I'm gigging again!

Ahhh, I played at Zu Studios in Lewes tonight. What a relief to be sharing my music again. Some totally new songs in there as well. I got my whole set filmed so finally I'll have a YouTube too... almost have enough to pay my rent too, what more could I ask of life right now! Hahahahaa!

Thursday, 29 September 2011

So Excited

and I just can't hide it!!! I've been hunted by a song and gave it birth through painful long yet satisfying processes... ahhh it still may grow more, my soundcloud baby...

http://soundcloud.com/alfiejones/happy-house-consol-entire-mix

Wednesday, 21 September 2011

An Article Commisioned for a Friend's Website



The Art of Sleep 








  The bedroom is the most intimate of spaces. Within its sanctuary walls we close down our conscious mind and surrender to sleep, and each new day is born from those first few moments in bed. We spend a third of our lives sleeping, not to mention the time spent engaging in other bedroom activities, yet how much do we really know about our bed?


  We buy handmade jewellery, adorn our walls with art of great uniqueness and flair, buy cars because of their elegance or based on their superior design, because these things are not simply crafted, they retain a living craftsmanship. We surround ourselves with the things that speak to our sensibilities, and in a subtle synthesis these things mirror our personal lives, yet when the day ends, we more often than not climb into a factory made bed, and onto a mattress which is unique only insofar as it may have retained some impression of our somnolent bodies.

  The majority of bed frames manufactured in the UK and America are bolted together like Meccano in roughly four sizes (single, double, queen and king size), are composed of iron, steel and wood in various quantities, and the better of which are designed to last upwards of five or ten years. The centrepiece of every bedroom, these frames look the same wherever they lay, anonymous, and without intention. Mostly these beds become noisy, if only subtly. Either the frame develops a creak or the mattress develops a victim complex and begins to complain under pressure. Beds are the vehicles which transport us from states of depletion to rejuvenation, they embrace us in our own most intimate embraces, yet so seldom do we give credence to this fact. We make do with mass produced, and so, like this, the busy nature of the day is carried into the sanctity of our sleeping hours and disturbs even the purest of pillow talk.


  What draws more and more people towards bespoke is that bespoke furniture holds a deeper flavour of intention, a uniqueness and character which helps to draw out or reflect the uniqueness and character of the people who utilise them. After all, true bespoke is a synthesis between customer and designer, a fulfilling personal experience, a journey to create a deeply personal end product which reflects the individuality of the user.


  In life beyond the postmodern we are constantly called to examine our quality of experience; the next generation of Blu-ray films are here to watch in “High Definition”, in restaurants we no longer “dine out” but we enjoy a “dining experience”, and doctors are daily called to assess whether some patients may live or die determined by their “quality of life”. Given the vast portion of our lives which we spend in our beds, it is astonishing how little focus we give, if any at all, to the quality of our sleeping experience.


  A Luxury Bespoke Bed is an investment in your own quality of life. Crafted to your every desire with the finest woods available, joined together with skilful artisanship to create a solid centrepiece without even the thought of a metal bolt or creaking frame. A well-made bespoke bed can transform the aesthetic of any bedroom, and tailoring a bed to individual specifications also carries with it obvious physical health benefits.


  The satisfaction, which comes with knowing that your bed has been designed by you, for you, and will last you a lifetime, is unparalleled, and will bring much happiness over the years as you come to realise that a harmonious space in which to rest is both fundamental to a happy life, and the completion of every home.



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