“Play this record loud on big speakers – and crank it so that you can feel it. You gotta feel that thump in your chest.”

•September 17, 2021 • 1 Comment

Playlists for The Double R Club, 16th September, 2021

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[Laura’s Dark Boogie – Angelo Badalamenti, from Twin Peaks Season Two Music And More (also pitched down by 12 semitones / played forwards and backwards simultaneously) + dialogue / sound design from Fire Walk With Me (also pitched down by 12 semitones / played backwards)]

Tough Chick – The Rockbusters, from Weirdsville!
Little Angel – Scorn, from Colossus
It Can Wait Until Tomorrow – Swordy, listen HERE
Voice Of Love (Slow) – Angelo Badalamenti & David Lynch, from Twin Peaks Archive
I Touch Myself – Andrew Liles [feat. Gena Netherwood], from Cover Girls
Come On Lord – Alan Vega / Alex Chilton / Ben Vaughn, from Cubist Blues
Half Speed Orchestra 1 (Stair Music Danger Theme) – Angelo Badalamenti, from Twin Peaks Archive
Dancin’ in the World of Love – David Lynch [feat. Jack Cruz]
Sectio Aurea – Palindrones, from The Lighthouse, listen and buy HERE
 The Adventures of Alan R.(emix) – remixed from original audio from short film The Adventures of Alan R. by David Lynch, watch HERE
Needles on the Beach Version 1.0 – Tin Machine, from Beyond the Beach
Strange Dreams – Dick Walter, from Jazz Anthology 2
Bad The John Boy – David Lynch, from Bad The John Boy 12″
In Heaven – Chelsea Wolfe
Stone Horizon – Cyclops Joint, from Manifestation III

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[ Happy Birthday from David Lynch! ]

Power&Glory (RRemix) – Swordy, listen to the original HERE
A Real Indication – Xiu Xiu, BUY HERE
Green Onions – Booker T. & The MGs, from Twin Peaks: Music From The Limited Event Series
The Werewolf – Alan Vega / Alex Chilton / Ben Vaughn, from Cubist Blues
Smoking Beagles – Sub Sub (feat. Tricky), from the Smoking Beagles EP
Red Right Hand – Iggy Pop & Jarvis Cocker

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My first act was to In Dreams by Roy Orbison, from the Blue Velvet OST. My second act was a version Monkey by Geniuser, the original version of which appears on their album I Am.

The Dearth of The Double R Club

•February 16, 2021 • Leave a Comment
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Hey, neighbours, welcome to The Double R Club, yes, The Double R Club… “Don’t worry. I’ve heard the phrase, ‘birds of a feather flock together.’”

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This Thursday will mark a full fucking year since we staged a Double R Club. A whole year.

Last week I tried to recite to myself, from memory, the intro spiel I used for every single Double R show for ten years yet hadn’t spoken aloud since the last show; surprisingly, it was all still in there.

O it’s in there, and all the song ideas I’ve kept optimistically making a note of in my ‘Ben Acts’ doc are ready to go, as are all the music ideas added to the doc ‘Laptop Playlists’; they’re all in there and they’re noted down, champing at the bit, all worked up and nowhere to go.

I had genuine plans for 2020, maybe more than I’d had for any previous year; it was to be a hectic one, people were going to get well and truly sick of me. As well as the monthly Double R shows, I was working on a new one-man show based around the songs of Tom Waits, I had written and was writing songs with Shane Gilliver, which would’ve been recorded, a band formed, gigs played and an album launched; I had started to plan my 50th birthday show, which would land slap-bang on a the date of the November Double R.

But no.

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Here at The Double R Club we have acts that will amaze you, amuse you, arouse you, tempt you, tease you, make you laugh, make you cry and, who knows, perhaps even scare you beyond the capacity for rational thought…

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And then there’s the Cabaret Vs Cancer shows we’ve been unable to put on, and the money we’ve been unable to raise through those shows. As a charity we’re lucky to have as our founder my wife Rose Thorne, who has navigated the pandemic and its limitations better than most, thinking around the problems and still managing to raise money. On Sunday night our latest Bowie charity auction ended as our biggest yet, having raised a mammoth £4,371.

That’s all Rose, she’s fucking ace and don’t ever bet against her; she could kill you with her thumbs.

Not being able to stage shows is bad enough, but the powers that be aren’t fucking helping things.

The yo-yo, puppet-on-a-string, will-we-won’t-we, Charlie Brown-and-the-football methodology, staggering ineptitude and mendacity of our wretched fucking government has only served to prolong the suffering of many and pile up the bodies of the unnecessary dead to obscene levels.

Last week I had the sudden mental image of our Prime Minister dragging a large vessel through a mountainous terrain of bodies à la Fitzcarraldo; the vessel in this case being his repulsive, gargantuan, inflated, pustulant fucking ego.

The only thing worse that I can think of is that, should there be a snap election tomorrow, they’d probably win again, by a landslide. Now there’s despair fuel.

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Later, we’ll be looking into the faces of people who never were, never will be, and never could be, this side of a bad dream… whichever side we’re currently on… And there will be SUCH prizes…

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I have to say that I do realise that I’m lucky and have had a much better lockdown than many. In better times, when not writing, learning and performing The Double R (or one of the few other shows kind/foolish enough to book me) I would spend those pre-COVID days writing other things, which is how I’ve spent the majority of lockdown.

I finished and published a book of short stories based around the theme of technology (The Invention of Mother, available HERE!) albeit under my frankly ludicrous pen name Mason Ball, and I’ve written a large chunk of the first draft of a new novel. I am a writer, I write and I have spent my days writing; but the disappearance of those monthly injections of the excitement, thrill, fear and strange magic of co-creating and performing The Double R feels somewhat like having a limb removed, over and over again.

I’ve also completed an album of strange, disturbing drones, tones, beats, clicks, purrs, audio white elephant and unnerving soundscapes (A Nest of Popes, available HERE!) under the moniker Unsong; I’m really pleased with the album and think it’s one the best I’ve made.

In addition, we’ve been staging a strange refraction of one of the smaller and sillier elements of The Double R, TWINGO, every week on Facebook Live; this week is episode 44. It’s basically an extended version of the Twin Peaks bingo game we’ve played from time to time before the interval at The Double R proper, and this new online incarnation has been a most unforeseen success. We’ve got people from across the globe playing along (people who’ve never been to The Double R) and it’s developed its own in-jokes, shorthand and small, enthusiastic community (or perhaps it’s merely a symptom of Stockholm Syndrome). Every Thursday we drink gin and play Twin Peaks bingo (something that my dad finds a never-ending source of hilarity) and try our best to squeeze a little fun from the seemingly endless tedium of not being able to stage shows.

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TWINGO even became the virtual ‘venue’ for my 50th birthday which, while certainly not what I had planned or could’ve imagined, turned out to be unexpectedly great fun, both Rose and the Twingo-liers really going out of their way to make it as much of an event as was possible.

TWINGO is ridiculous fun and it’s a welcome break from the torpor that threatens with every show-less month that goes by; but The Double R it ain’t. Nor are the things I’ve been writing, nor the sounds I’ve been creating. I love them all and would be doing most of them anyway, but they fail to scratch the particular itch that is standing on stage guiding an audience through the “place both wonderful and strange” that is The Double R Club; nothing ticks that box or quenches that need.

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Inspired directly, or indirectly, by the dark and beautiful worlds of David Lynch, “You’re brewing a poisonous batch. This thing is bigger than both of us.”

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When restrictions were laxer, we did manage to stage two one-man shows under the umbrella name of ‘Absolute Elsewhere’ at our beloved Bethnal Green Working Men’s Club; they were part one: A Lynchian Morsel and part two: A Gothic Induction.

I enjoyed both immensely and the socially distanced audiences were lovely and responsive and appreciative and strange and wonderful. But again, that Double R itch remained unscratched (at this point maybe some kind of unguent or ointment is called for? A balm?)

With the aid of the inestimable Sean ‘Magic’ Mooney and the Beyond The Cabaret Studios (somewhere in a secret South London location) we dipped out toes further into the online world with two virtual shows for Cabaret Vs Cancer, one a clip show of past Ashes to Ashes show performances (as well as a few bespoke recordings) hosted by yours truly, and the other a one-man show of me singing Bowie songs. And, while online shows can be technologically tricky as hell, I had a blast doing them and I’ll never tire of Bowie.

But still no Double R. And perhaps, after we’d done so much else to fill that void, it might be worth asking ourselves just what is it about The Double R that is special, at least to us.

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My name is Benjamin Louche and I am your fuckin’ suave host for the evening. You are all my neighbours and so earn the, strictly honorary, title of ‘So fuckin’ suave.’ So. When I say “What’s my name?” you shout “Ben!” and when I say “What are you?” you shout “So fuckin’ suave!”

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Along with some things I’ve written, I think The Double R Club is probably the thing I’m proudest of. It is indisputably our thing, Rose and I created it, curated it and once we realised what we had and just how to do it, we never compromised our vision one iota.

I don’t want to get into writing a potted history of The Double R (there is one featured though in my book Postcards from Twin Peaks, available HERE! -smooth segue Louche, smooth, keeping typing, no one noticed) but we have carved ourselves a place in London cabaret history by creating something that is, while being “inspired directly or indirectly by the dark and beautiful worlds of David Lynch,” so quintessentially us.

Many famous people when interviewed and asked about what their proudest achievement is will say “My marriage” and while this may be because maintaining a marriage whilst famous (something we are definitely not) is a truly rare and difficult thing, I can honestly say that being married to Rose is not difficult at all. My marriage is, I think, probably the least stressful part of my life. She’s awesome and frankly better than I deserve (yeah, yeah, insert vomit emoji here) and so being proud of my marriage seems odd to me, glad of it certainly, but proud? It’s not hard work.

And no, I’m not claiming that being married to me is as easy (I mean, Christ, just imagine).

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What’s my name?

What are you?

What’s my name?

What are you?

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However, being proud of something that is hard work, is often stressful and difficult, and that we’ve created together, makes perfect sense to me. We don’t have children (because frankly, eww) and the greatest thing we have made together is The Double R Club.

Please feel free to call me arrogant or even deluded (I answer to both) but I truly believe that there is not another show like it on earth. Not everyone liked us (which is more than fine, in fact is bordering on essential) but the fact that we found a dedicated audience, that we won numerous awards for the ruddy thing; that we found so many performers who just got it and were willing to ‘join in’, allowed us to continue for a decade, and go from strength to strength.

And now: NOTHING. NADA. ZIP. Absolutely GOOSE EGG.

Last week a Facebook friend posted on her timeline “I miss your faces,” to which my immediate response was:

“Worst. Sniper. Ever.”

It is a strange thing for someone not traditionally so enamoured with humanity as a whole to miss people. Don’t get me wrong, if I didn’t want to be your friend before, I certainly don’t want to be so now, I have not suddenly discovered an all-emcompassing love of humankind, but the fact is Rose and I have met, and been befriended by, a number of people who we would never have known were it not for us starting this odd little David Lynch themed cabaret night back in 2009. Both performers and audience members alike that we have since gotten drunk with, stacked chairs with, cleaned up bodily fluids (both real and fake) with, worked on projects outside of cabaret together with, thrown potatoes at plastic bottles with (no, really), sung with, raised money with, are now just thumbnails on social media and it’s weird; and not good weird either.

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Ok I need one more thing before we “Hit the fuckin’ road,” I need to test your capacity for sound your potential for expressions of unfettered joy, with, at first (using only the hands) a round of applause… Now bring it down, down to a smattering, just a pitter patter, like… like the sound you might expect if it was raining eyeballs… or disembodied, moistened genitals, just spattering down on the pavement, a deluge of disembodied, moistened genitals… and eyeballs…

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Anyone who has worked with me in cabaret over the last decade will have heard me, after a show where the audience has been less than enthusiastic, jokily suggest that when we work out how to do cabaret without an audience, then we’ll have really cracked it. Well those flippant, quippy words came back to bite me in the arse, didn’t they?

We’ve been saying it for a year now and I suppose we have to keep saying it and keep saying it: this must end at some point. Even with the duplicitous, inept, callous, imbecilic, lobotomised, inbred, privileged fucking vermin we have in control of the country, eventually shows will begin again. And if there are still venues left that they can be staged in, then audiences will come.

I love it and I miss it, and though I knew it was important to me, I’m not sure I knew quite how important.

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And keep it going, keep it going, because now I want to hear the sound you will make should one, or more, of our performers happen to show a little flesh… and what if they show you even more flesh? Even more flesh!

And then bring up the applause and add shouts of “Fuckin’A!” add shouts of “Rockin’ good news!” add shouts of “Let’s rock!”

And build the applause and build the applause, add screaming, screaming and applause, screaming and applause, screaming and applause, annnnd…. STOP!

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So hear this:

WE WILL RETURN,  I T   W I L L   B E   H A P P E N I N G   A G A I N

But fuck knows when.

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“Heineken? FUCK THAT SHIT!”

•May 13, 2020 • Leave a Comment

FRANK BOOTH WINE

A Figment In The Elsewhere #5: Mr. Blanche DuBois

•March 25, 2020 • Leave a Comment

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-being the fifth in an ongoing series detailing stand-out acts that ‘appeared’ at The Double R Club (often more than once); acts that Rose Thorne and I loved, that seem to typify in some way, or stand as emblems for, just what it is The Double R have attempted to do, to be, displays that went some way to describing our own particular brand of ‘Lynchian’, over the last decade of shows…

This time: Mr. Blanche DuBois and their… well, their Blanche DuBois act; (to try and prevent this post becoming unduly confusing I shall henceforth refer to performer Blanche DuBois as PerformerBlanche or Mr. Blanche Dubois, the character as simply Blanche).

PerformerBlanche is an incredible and versitile artist that has appeared at the Double R countless times over the years, never illiciting anything other than a rapturous response, however, when we first clapped eyes on their Blanche DuBois act, it very soon became clear that we were witnessing an almost quintessentially Double R moment.

In Tennessee Williams’ 1947 Pulitzer Prize-winning play A Streetcar Named Desire, we learn that Blanche DuBois’ husband committed suicide after he was discovered having a homosexual affair. Wikipedia: “This reference was removed from the film; Blanche says instead that she showed scorn at her husband’s sensitive nature, driving him to suicide.”

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In PerformerBlanche’s act, the Blanche of the play appears locked in a kind of time-loop or bad dream, in which the terrible tragedy from her past seems to have fractured time itself and she is forced to re-live those terrible moments again and again.

Mournful strings are heard, as well as the sound of chalk writing on a blackboard, PerformerBlanche scribbles on the air, perhaps writing a diary, perhaps trying to re-write the tragedy that she knows she can never escape.

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Blanche’s speech from the 1951 film version (by Vivien Leigh) is heard, though cut up, re-ordered, repeating itself, again and again, and PerformerBlanche lipsynchs the fractured story, growing more and more frantic and distraught as the events are regurgitated and relived, as the guilt destroys her before our very eyes.

She’s reminded, over and over, of the whole awful event, from their meeting:

“There was something about the boy… He was a boy,”

to the terrible night when, after she tells him that he disgusts her, he commits suicide:

“One night we drove out to a place called Moon lake… I didn’t know anything, except that I loved him, and I heard him crying… Suddenly in the middle of the dancefloor the boy I’d married broke away from me… He stuck a revolver into his mouth…”

And then of the discovery of her husband’s body: “The terrible thing at the edge of the lake.”

The act ends with Chet Baker’s heartbreaking rendition of Elvis Costello’s Almost Blue; during which PerformerBlanche removes their dress and corset, and then stands them up, as if the character of Blanche had simply vanished, or had been a ghost all along; perhaps in a suggestion that bystepping out of costume, Blanche’s tragedy has been left behind after all.

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This is an act that sends shivers about the room like a Mexican wave and that has moved many a Double R audience to tears; and, with it’s themes of tragedy and loss, and it’s dream-like, hypnotic repetition, not to mention its harking back to a golden age of Hollywood, it remains one of the most purely Lynchian acts we’ve ever presented.

“If you start off with a certain beat and a certain sound on the guitar, it’s gonna put you on a certain road. And when you go down that road, you can discover things.”

•February 21, 2020 • Leave a Comment

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Playlists for The Double R Club, 20th February, 2020

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[ Suite of processed sound design from What Did Jack Do? plus a single word of dialogue from Fire Walk With Me ]

There’s Someone at the Door, Gordon – Giovanni Varrica, from Little Girl Down the Lane – A Twin Peaks Tribute
Night Life In Twin Peaks – Angelo Badalamenti, from Music From Twin Peaks
Eraserhead – Ralph Dorper, from Eraserhead 12″
Dipped In Tea – Terry Edwards, from Terry Edwards
Pena – written by Don Van Vliet, read by David Lynch

[ dialogue / sound design from What Did Jack Do? ]

Slow Burn [feat. Lydia Lunch] – Sylvia Black, from Twilight Animals
Filmmaker – Queen Ov Material Happiness from The Love Market
Godspeed You!Black Woodsman – Swordy, listen HERE
True Love’s Flame – David Lynch [feat. Jack Cruz], buy HERE

[ dialogue / sound design from What Did Jack Do? ]

Less Sex – Daughters, from You Won’t Get What You Want
I’m Waiting Here – David Lynch & Lykke Li, bonus MP3 track from The Big Dream
Fire Walk With Me – Sick Tree, listen HERE
Josie and Truman – Angelo Badalamenti, from Twin Peaks Season Two Music And More
Twin Perks – Mike Cooper, from I Had the Strangest Dream Last Night (The Owls Were Silent), FREE download HERE
The 49th Ton – Penthouse, from My Idle Hands

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Trafelato – Ennio Morricone, from Crime and Dissonance
Say It – David Lynch, from The Big Dream
It’s Showtime – Terry Edwards, from My Wife Doesn’t Understand Me
Shake It Baby – John Lee Hooker, from Serves You Right To Suffer
Boiler Maker – The Jazzus Lizard, from Horn
Heirate Mich (edit) – Rammstein, from Lost Highway O.S.T.
The ’57 Incident – The ’57 Incident, from A Tribute To Betty Page

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My first act was to ‘Night Life’ by Julie London, from Wild, Cool & Swingin’. My second act was a version of Frank In Blue Jeans which is itself a mashup of Blue Frank by David Lynch, from Twin Peaks Season Two Music And More and Blue Jean by David Bowie, from Tonight -listen HERE.

“It’s all like a crazy nightmare to me now.”

•January 22, 2020 • Leave a Comment

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TOOTOTABON!”

“I love melody. I was very lucky to meet Angelo [Badalamenti]. In movies, there is music that is not melodious, but it’s setting a mood and a very special feel. And then there’s music that has a melody that can tear your heart out, and Angelo can do both of those things.”

•January 17, 2020 • Leave a Comment

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Playlists for The Double R Club, 16th January, 2020

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Eye on the Donut – Vitor Joaquim, from Hear the Other Side, See the Other Side (Traces to Nowhere)
Wash The Dust From My Heart – Nurse With Wound, from Huffin’ Rag Blues
The Black Dog Runs At Night – Thought Gang, from Thought Gang
Burst Into Fire – Giovanni Varrica, from Little Girl Down the Lane – A Twin Peaks Tribute
Lipstick – Johnny Jewel, from Themes For Television
Truth – Goldie [feat. David Bowie], from Saturnz Return

[sampled sound design / music / dialogue from Inland Empire]

Plutocracy Blues – Dangerpuss
Negative Space – Aloha Dead
Cold Light of Day – The Denison / Kimball Trio, from Plays The Music Of “Walls In The City”
Karl – Laddio Bolocko, from The Life and Times of Laddio Bolocko
Like Regular Chickens (RR edit) – Amon Tobin, the original version of which appears on Permutation
Love Letters – Ketty Lester, from Blue Velvet O.S.T
Girl On The Street (instrumental) – David Lynch
Just You – Angelo Badalamenti, from Twin Peaks Season Two Music And More

[sampled sound design / dialogue from Industrial Symphony No. 1: The Dream of the Broken Hearted]

Slow and Easy – Henry Mancini, from Music From “Peter Gunn”

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You Wear My Stuff – Giovanni Varrica, from Little Girl Down the Lane – A Twin Peaks Tribute
Murdered Out – Kim Gordon, from No Home Record
Terminus (edit) – Sand, from Beautiful People Are Evil
Disco La Krupa – Caesar Romero, from Matamoros

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My first act was to The End Of The World by Skeeter Davis, from The End Of The World. My second act was a version of I See Them All Lined Up by Michael Gira, the original version of which appears on the album Drainland.

“We’re [definitely] not gonna talk about Judy…”

•January 12, 2020 • Leave a Comment

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“I need your clothes, boots and your motorcycle.”

•December 22, 2019 • Leave a Comment

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Laurel Near & Jack Nance on the set of David Lynch’s Eraserhead, c.1977

“Music deals with abstractions and, like film, it involves time.”

•November 22, 2019 • Leave a Comment

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Playlists for The Double R Club, 21st November, 2019

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[ Suite of music inc. The High Night Walk – David Lynch / Summer Night Noise – Thought Gang / sound design / dialogue from Twin Peaks: The Return ]

Wolves – Terminal Sound System, from Constructing Towers
Blue Eyes Crying In The Rain – Harry Dean Stanton, from Harry Dean Stanton: Partly Fiction
Diner (excerpt) – Angelo Badalamenti, from Mulholland Drive O.S.T.
Burst into Fire – Giovanni Varrica, from Little Girl Down the Lane – A Twin Peaks Tribute
The Body You Deserve (Instrumental) – HTRK, from Psychic Lilac
Pretty Fifties – David Lynch & John Neff, from Mulholland Drive O.S.T.
Bous – pavleisdead, from I Will Be in the Shadows If You Need Me (Let The Wicked Fall Into Their Own Nets)
You Are Dead To Me – I Love You But I’ve Chosen Darkness, from Dust
Waiting For The Engineer – Hildur Guðnadóttir, from Chernobyl (Music from the Original TV Series)
Freshly Squeezed (Fast Cool Jazz Version) – Angelo Badalamenti
Fire, Walk With Me – Bookhouse, from the album Ghostwood, buy HERE
Go On and Kiss Me – The Raveonettes, from Rarities / B-Sides
Loveless – Johnny Jewel, from Themes For Television
Bring It On Home – Sonny Boy Williamson, from Mulholland Drive O.S.T.
Ufo 61 – Terry Edwards, from Terry Edwards
Questions In A World Of Blue – Julee Cruise, from the album The Voice Of Love
Bitter & Twisted – Amon Tobin, from Bricolage
I Dream Of You – Fox Bat Strategy, from …A Tribute To Dave Jaurequi

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Walkin’ On The Sky- David Lynch, from Inland Empire O.S.T.
Blue Frank – Bookhouse, from the album Ghostwood, buy HERE
World of Truck DriversGiovanni Varrica, from Little Girl Down the Lane – A Twin Peaks Tribute
Rammstein (edit) – Rammstein, from Lost Highway OST
Lost Time Blues – The Chrome Cranks, from Lost Time Blues E.P.
Nite Train – The Von Bondies, from Lack Of Communication

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My opening act was to My Little Corner Of The World by Connie Smith, from Born To Sing (inc. dialogue from The Missing Pieces). My second act was a version of Less Sex by Daughters, the original version of which appears on their album You Won’t Get What You Want.

“Laughing. The owls were flying. Many things were blocked. Laughing.”

•November 15, 2019 • Leave a Comment

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“Being in darkness and confusion is interesting to me…”

•October 31, 2019 • Leave a Comment

Announcing the digital release of They Who Do Not Speak by Unsong, an album constructed solely from field recordings made at Chillingham Castle “Britain’s most haunted historic castle” in 2003.

A physical version of the album is included in the 1st edition of The Lights Will Go Out by Mason Ball (the book accompanying the show of the same name).

NOTE: there are plans for future live performances of The Lights Will Go Out; watch this space…

“Even bad coffee is better than no coffee at all…”

•October 27, 2019 • Leave a Comment

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The Sound Of Two Worlds Meeting In Between…

•October 22, 2019 • Leave a Comment

 

 

Being a couple of new ‘Peaksian’ mashups created for play at The Double R Club and now filed beside my other audio fiddlings and interference at Soundcloud.

Enjoy, neighbours…

Josie? Is… is that you…?

•October 20, 2019 • Leave a Comment

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“Depending on how things have been going [in the episode] certain songs feel correct”

•October 18, 2019 • Leave a Comment

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Playlists for The Double R Club, 17th October, 2019

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[ Suite of musics / dialogue / sound, comprising Sounds of Twin Peaks – Saw Mill (excerpt) listen HERE / The Bookhouse Boys – Angelo Badalamenti, from Music From Twin Peaks / Dark Mood Woods/The Red Room – Angelo Badalamenti, from Twin Peaks Season Two Music And More / sound design from Twin Peaks season 2 / A Pot of Boiling Oil (Twin Peaks: The Return – Extras) (excerpt) ]

Mother’s Gone – Trouble, from Snake Eyes 
Corridors – Hildur Guðnadóttir, from Chernobyl (Music from the Original TV Series)The Nowhere Stroll – Unsong, from A Blue Rose For Black Bob, BUY HERE
Homicide/Suicide – Terry Edwards, from Terry Edwards
Angel (live) – Oxbow (feat. Peter Brötzmann), recorded at Moers Festival, 2018 -watch full concert HERE
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High School Swing – Angelo Badalamenti, from Twin Peaks Season Two Music And More
Blurred Dancer Music – David Lynch, downloaded from davidlynch.com
Audrey – Angelo Badalamenti, from Twin Peaks Season Two Music And More
Nightmare – Johnny Jewel, from Themes For Television
Arson – Sand, from The Dalston Shroud
Blue Hotel – Trentemøller, from LateNightTales
Love Theme Farewell – Xiu Xiu, from …Plays The Music Of Twin Peaks 

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[ The Pink Room Will Tear Us Apart – a home-cooked ‘mash-up’ featuring elements from The Pink Room by David Lynch and Love Will Tear Us Apart by Joy Division, together with sound design and dialogue from Fire Walk With Me ]

[ Frank In Blue Jeans – a home-cooked ‘mash-up’ featuring elements from Blue Frank by David Lynch and Blue Jean by David Bowie, together with sound design and dialogue from Twin Peaks: The Return ]

Fatback – Link Ray, from Songs The Cramps Taught Us, Volume 1
Tears – Chris Isaak, from Silvertone
Curveball – Duane Eddy, from Road Trip
Black Satin – The Raveonettes, from Lust, Lust, Lust
Night Time Is The Right Time – The Sonics, from Here Are The Sonics

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My opening act was to Life Is But A Dream by The Harptones from Life Is But A Dream – The Ultimate Harptones, 1953 – 1961. My second act was a version of Devil Town by Daniel Johnston (with added noise from Eraserhead, Whitehouse and NON), the original version of which appears on his album 1990.

“It’s sometimes dangerous, but it’s magical. It’s such a power and it can make some beautiful images… and sounds.”

•October 14, 2019 • Leave a Comment

“I don’t understand it either … There are things that come into the home, you know … things that are built or created outside the house, which all speak about the time and about the life. And then if something goes wrong with those things, or if they’re not in good working order, it can mean something else too.” “[S]cientists don’t understand electricity. They say, “It’s moving electrons.” But there’s a certain point where they say, “We don’t know why that happens.” I’m not a scientist, and I haven’t talked to these guys that are into electricity, but it is a force. When electrons run down a wire— do they have that power. It’s amazing. How did a plug or an outlet get to be shaped that way? And lightbulbs: I can feel these random electrons, you know, hitting me. It’s like when you go under power lines. If you were blindfolded and drove down a highway under those power lines, and really concentrated, you could tell when they occurred. There’s something very disturbing about that amount of electricity—they know these things now. A tumor grows in the head. Just because you can’t see it doesn’t mean it’s not, you know, whacking you.”

– David Lynch

The owls are not…

•October 11, 2019 • Leave a Comment

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by Nina Bunjevac

“Now it’s dark…”

•September 24, 2019 • Leave a Comment

“I love stories, but I love stories that hold abstractions” – David Lynch

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Announcing an evening (or two) of strange and unsettling tales, three original and uneasy readings to be told in a darkened room, three ghost stories that aren’t quite ghost stories…

As well as reading these three stories, I will be making a (perhaps) surprising confession, giving a peek into my creative process, telling a true story of a terrifying incident, and recounting a time when, while pretending to be a journalist for The Fortean Times, I spent the night in “Britain’s Most Haunted Historic Castle.”

CONTENT WARNING:  This event deals with adult themes, contains sudden loud noises and may contain upsetting and / or sensitive material.

NOTE: Ultra-low-level infrasound ‘fear frequency’ audio will be used throughout the performance. Audience members may experience elevated heart-rate, perspiration, sudden spikes in adrenalin production and a coldness in their extremities. You may be alarmed, you may become restless, apprehensive and agitated; though we cannot promise any specific response. All we can promise is that The Lights Will Go Out

A book of the three tales (plus bonus material) will be available to buy on the night (or as part of your ticket) -these limited first editions will also include audio CD They Who Do Not Speak by Unsong -disturbing ambient musics constructed entirely from nocturnal field recordings made at Chillingham Castle, Northumberland.

Why not start your halloween early?

Get YOUR tickets HERE

“Black has depth. It’s like a little egress; you can go into it, and because it keeps on continuing to be dark, the mind kicks in, and a lot of things that are going on in there become manifest. And you start seeing what you’re afraid of. You start seeing what you love, and it becomes like a dream.” – David Lynch

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Doppelgängers…?

•September 23, 2019 • Leave a Comment

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