Archives for the Month of March, 2012

The Correct Method of Visiting the Orthodontist

Dex has a brace. That thing they do, squeezing rubber into the child’s open mouth. Child bites. Impression made. And the next time you go, there on the side table is a spooky plaster replica of your son’s teeth, hewn straight from his skull and adorned with a wire-and-plastic gizmo, a foul medieval device to […]

Modes of the Major Scale

Here’s a novel way to view the seven modes of the major scale. Each row is a mode, across twelve columns representing a one-octave chromatic scale. So the top row is the lydian mode, moving down until the bottom row—the locrian mode. The lydian has the brightest sound, since it has the sharpest overall intervals, […]

The English Spring Paint Chart

By popular demand, a seasonal companion to the successful Greek Holiday Paint Chart. Here’s a pixel palette collected from my garden in Hackney today.

Señor Blues by Horace Silver

Here’s a great Horace Silver track from yesterday’s rehearsal at Dan’s up the road. Following the greatest musical advice I ever had: “all try to start and end at the same time”. Crap recording on my phone but I think we more-or-less got there. [audio:http://www.davidh.net/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/SenorBlues.mp3|titles=SenorBlues]

The Greek Holiday Paint Chart

It’s taken a while. On Chios—the last island before Turkey—last summer, I took some photos for the colour alone. I finally got around to making a collection of flat, single-colour images. It’s weird to see them as blocks of colour and while I think Basil nails it, Sea is just not even close. But here […]

Jays in the garden

We’ve always had jays here in Hackney, and I’ve always cursed them, fending off their raids on other birds’ nests with hollers and pebbles. This year, a pair have taken up in the garden and they’re flitting to-and-fro, twig in beak, to the sycamore. And now I’ve developed a begrudging fondness for them. They are […]

Walking from Dalston to see Andy

Andy was in London and I was at a loose end, in need of stretching my legs. I ambled down to the Angel, Islington with my camera. Once you start looking, it’s impossible to stop. I was really late for Andy.    

Dan comes to my house and plays my piano on Thursdays

This has been going on for several weeks now. There’s coffee, and the cats clear off, and we warm up, and play, and discuss, and play some more. This week we recorded some things including this Monk tune, Ruby, My Dear. [audio:http://www.davidh.net/wp-content/uploads/2012/03/Ruby-My-Dear.mp3|titles=Ruby My Dear]