Strange Costumes Part III: Playing the Field – The Music

- Kev cradles his bass paternally…….
It’s been a long time coming, but I finally found some time to put the finishing touches to the third instalment of the Strange Costumes ‘Altered Book’ project that I’m working on in conjunction with Atlanta-based artist and writer Shelley M House. There will be a video version of it later.
As with the previous two, the rhythms are very African influenced. To create the rhythm track, I recorded four or five ‘live’ drum parts using a multiple drum pad module that you play just like a normal kit. for each track, I altered the parameters so the pads triggered different drums and percussion effects. The final, multiple drum track is quite insistent and chaotic, so I opted to overlay a vocal in a sixties, psychedelic ‘lazy’ style, to balance the speed of the piece. The lyric is dictated very strictly by the words Shelley gave me, in her meter and order, and this, above all else, gives these musical pieces their unusual structure and form. I cannot escape into a chorus, and I have to find ways to fit words in that may conflict with the rhythm. It’s a lot of fun! You will notice that some of the lyrics are hard to understand. That is because I have gone for an overall feel for the track, and to clearly enunciate them may have compromised that. The music is designed to be listened to in conjunction with reading the lyrics within Shelley’s art pieces. I’ve reproduced the lyrics below, with the small changes I made highlighted in blue:
Fantastic information we find in the field.
Tasty instrument, hear it play, food he likes. (Tasty instrument, hear it play)
Searching shallow ends for frogs and fish, we get too close and find that edges have snapped.
In scenery sharp and strange we play;
very vivid, very thin, and very fond of fruit.
I hope the tree-top toucan can support all the weight.
See the colorful two, overlap and sway,
planting the seeds of the future.
Penknife and pine, the hungry fulcrum faintly tips.
Our friends are prying and peculiar. Stories are told. Perfectly attractive, bold and yellow, red and blue.
We pick out our decorations so carefully.
We find seeds and weeds for large appetites, all of them eating out of habit.
Muddy mouthfuls make it difficult to speak.
Entire worlds are reduced to hums and beats.
Hands and arms, legs and feet, tiny twitters, a deep low beat. (tiny twitters in a deep low beat)
Graceful games turn frantic in a storm.
Run and frisk, high and low, coming in and out of sight. Quick and urgent, they cry, they cry.they cry, they cry…cry…
Words by Shelley M House, Music by Kev Moore
The breakdown in the middle begins with the gradual layering of sampled African choral vocals, mixed with tribal drumming and nature samples steadily building in intensity to re-introduce the main theme. As the track fades, it departs a little from the trance-like single chord structure and I introduce some changes in the synth chords underneath, so that the lead guitar can be more expressive. The bass line remains the same however, and its always a nice effect, to keep the bass the same and change the underlying chords.
So there it is……enjoy!
You can listen to the first two parts of the series by clicking on the links below:

I love it! It’s different than what I expected…which makes it much more fun
It’s fascinating to read about how you put the music together. Thank you so much for this, Kev.
Glad you love it, Shelley! I wondered if the description of how I do it would be boring – happy that it’s not!
How did you get your hair so straight?
I just listened to all 3 chapters in sequence, and it’s taking on such a wonderful shape, Kev. They work really well together, and make me eager to eager to hear the rest of the story. I am starting to work on art for Chapter 4 already.
Ah! Hairdressing secrets!
I’m in the process of getting it done really. This was at a local salon that did a chemical hair straightening treatment, but it won’t stay like that for long. I just wanted to loosen the natural curls, because it never seemed to look any longer! Next hair instalment is this Thursday!
The three pieces work great together, don’t they? It’s such a fun project to do. I’ll get a video together for this one when I can and start on number 4.
Or, holding your bass “eternally.”
Have you ever thought about scoring a film, Kev?
Eternally is probably closer to the truth, SP!
Regarding scoring a film, it isn’t something I would have considered a few years back, or even been confident enough to attempt, but I have warmed to the idea recently.
I asked because when I was listening to your song, the melody and instrumentation made me think of a diner where the tables have red and white checkered table cloths, where a woman is polishing spoons and a man is riding across the country on a train.
SP: I wrote this poem a year or two ago when I was travelling across Germany on a train from a gig….
Leipzig to Dusseldorf
Steel Wheels contrive to leave the platform far behind
With world-renowned efficiency, the service leaves on time
Bahnsteigs filled with well-ordered humanity
The train departs – Tranquility
Red brick dream recedes apace
An empty seat, a weary face
Sunlight soaked suburban sprawl
Allotments, gaily coloured all
Lawns tended, Shed’s mended, Answered Sunday’s call
Conductor’s voice intrudes upon
The soundtrack of my day
A litany of towns announced
As we speed on our way
What secret places railway tracks reveal!
The private gardens, perhaps a glimpse to steal?
And now, containered all, proceed to gather pace
As we, across green carpet landscape race
It’s cargo of the young, the old
The children brought into the fold
Some on business, some for fun
Some not sure which train they’re on!
But all enjoy the scenic views
White fabrik against an azure sky
And do I hear you asking why?
The reason for the journey is the trip itself
And not the destination that you choose
A gash of yellow cuts into the green
The silver ribbon of a stream
That flows beneath this mass of steel
Thrust forward on its many wheels
Relentless, this machinery
Unrivalled in its Majesty
Communes with Nature,
Seamlessly….
A great expanse of countryside
A patchwork quilt of fields abide,
But for a second, replaced at speed
By other sights
The cotton clouds caress the sky
Formless, without symmetry
And as the destination advertised
Rushes to meet our eager eyes
I’m moved to question, yet again
What genius engineered the train?
To take us there and back again
Its form and function definite
And certain to exhilarate!
To bring our loved ones closer, ’til
Its task to make Earth’s curve much smaller still
Its part in Global Village played
In face of flight, or car
Its welcome never is outstayed
Romanticism, Glory Days
For surely there’s no finer notion
Than the Majesty of Locomotion!
I like the sound of:
Red brick dream recedes apace
An empty seat, a weary face
Sunlight soaked suburban sprawl
Thanks! I think I was in an alliteration frenzy…..
Excellent stuff – first time I’ve heard you play
Many thanks Jonathan!
I enjoyed it very much Kev. You never cease to amaze me with your timeless ambition and passion. It shows in your prolific creative output. Glad for you,____Michael
Thanks Michael! With regard to my creative output – there’s something on the horizon that I’ll share news about when it’s ready, (hopefully this week)and it relates to those discussions we had about getting our stuff ‘out there’.