A rare interview with British composer Thomas Ades I did for Classical KUSC, Los Angeles. Originally aired: 11/15/2008

Preliminary version of the soundtrack accompany my most recent video experiment, a convoluted collage of appropriated material heavily distorted and blended together.

almost everything that i write starts on acoustic guitar... I wrote this one as I was driving... so by the time that I got to my studio, i really heard the whole thing finished (both lyrics and the music)... and it was more of a NY bluesy piano…

an exposition,traditional of the raga,bilaskani todi,transformed into a slightly ,dark ambient piece of music,exploring musical landscapes,with a scenario,as if for film music,which my pieces normally are.

an exposition,traditional,of the raga ,bilaskani todi,transformed into a slightly dark ambient piece of music,exploring musical landscapes,inspired by a scenario,as if for a film,which my music normallt is.

This is my little society statement... who knows? Enjoy! Doug

this a blues tune I've been playing around with and last Saturday lyrics just starting popping in to my head. I did a demo of it. I'm going to try and flesh it out with some harmonica and bass. Thoughts on what else to do to it are welcome!

I decided to tap into my latent '80s Depeche Mode subconscious, and this bouncy tune popped out! Ian Beardsley heard an earlier version of this and immediately detected Spanish flamenco hidden in the techno dance chords. I opened up the stage…

Cròniques d'en Joaquim Torner des de Copenhaguen per a ràdio Sabadell. Episodi 3

I do three things after waking up these days: I shower. I make coffee. I play this song and drink my coffee. Nothing complicated. Nothing fancy. Just some basic fingerpicking to test my motor skills and bring some aural sunshine into my day.

Finger style folk guitar with vocals... things are not always what they seem YOU WON’T FIND HIM AMONG THE PROUD MEN WHO INSIST THAT THEY ARE STRONG YOU’LL FIND HIM WITH THE MAN WHO CRIES OUT GOD FORGIVE ME, I AM WRONG YOU MAY NOT FIND HIM IN…

Just a mellow track I whipped up last night before bed. The field recording is from the Peruvian Amazon- I forget which habitat it was recorded in, but my guess is near bamboo... during the morning.

70 bpm, ab she trys too hard to be the master of her everything what will be will be random chance has no place here if it can't be cleaned or put away and her highway stretches far and wide selfish seeking silence in the fray simply…

80 bpm, g when she's away i go out escape when i wake up all alone escape return to where i was in this song i make excuses all day long in this song forever, now together when she's away i cry out escape when i wake up all alone…

90 bpm, f# won't you please come over won't let me entertain i've got to get the scoop on you it's driving me insane cause your serious demeanor has got me mystified and there's a frisky little tiger in you that you can not hide, don…

100 bpm, f she sits behind a very large desk and talks on the phone all long somewhere inside she's waiting but i don't know what she's waiting for slam it down, get up down run away she lays upon a very large bed watches tv and brushes…

110 bpm, e

120 bpm, eb it's the sound, getting in my brain deep inside, and on a dusty day it feels like rain falling down and fills me up with song there's a note i almost hear it now and it grows and on a quiet day it sounds like a promise…

110 bpm, d there are a lot of angry voices that do not belong to me inside this skull that i sometimes call home every time i try to tune one or tune one out they gang together and whisper softly to me surrender, give in, let win don…

100 bpm, db see my face in the mirror wondering what i've become though things, couldn't be clearer i can't explain the things that i have done weird and probably crazy my sanity is an enormous doubt in my life no ghost no monsters or…

90 bpm, c after the leaves have blown away and all of the color fades the ground is like ice, the sky is grey over and over, every single day everything is dead, everything's dead outside goes to your head, goes to your head in time the…

80 bpm, b the bombs fly down towards the city the bullets scream fast as lightening and i can't believe what we do to each other the children cry for their mothers the mothers cry for their children the tears they cry fall for nobody…

70 bpm, bb featuring j.welles there is nothing that i would rather do than to hold you close and feel your lips on mine there is nowhere that i would rather be than right here by your side holding your hand eternally troubled times…

60 bpm, a fading, just so, the light the light out my window hold tight, hold tight fading stretching out this road, goes on and on out the window who even knows which road we're on stretching, forever but i'd rather sleep my life…

Cover of the introduction to Stairway to Heaven on my soprano ukulele.

For the 2008 Holiday Challenge - see http://www.sidedown.com/holiday/

this one has a guitar track. It gets lost in the mix in places (intentionally) but it's there. And a sample from butthole surfers "waiting for jimmy to kick". The clean bass track is too low but the master tape is currently missing. Oh well...

I was hesitant about uploading this one. It's really old and I hadn't listened to it in at least 10 years. I remember that at the time of recording it didn't come out the way I wanted but that I was ok (sort of) with the results. The vocals were…

A song about not wanting to feel for someone that has treated you badly and left you behind. Despite having these feelings you still feel this person is above you. As they fly freely and you're left lost on the ground. When they come flying…