‘Cripes! This French Johnny knows his stuff. Better make myself invisible’ https://t.co/fSO2Krw1aI
I wrote this song in the summer of, I think, 2011, it may have been 2010. It's based on one guitar part. I wish I was a better singer, but I'm not, so this will have to do.
'Hey, it's a beautiful thing we lost'.
Obsession, love, loss, desire. Hitchcock, fat drums. That sort of thing. Written in 2012.
This is quite reflective and somewhat morbid as I wrote it after a grisly motorbike accident.
Sometime singer/songwriter. Listen to and download my songs here: fredman.bandcamp.com
More music, electronic and analogue, at soundcloud
A few of my songs:
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I'm creative, in that I create things. An artist, in that they are rendered in ink, paint, pixels and more.
Drawings, sketches, paintings, print and other multimedia artworks, completed and in progress, at michaelfredmanart.wordpress.com (new window)
You can buy prints of my art at Saatchi online.
My cartoons at isthissomekindofjoke.wordpress.com (opens in a new window)
I paint art works in several styles, including impressionism, figurative and surreal:
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On a typical day in my busy city I read a tiny story in a free paper 'Elephant killed by landmine'. It was about an incident in Burma, the deeply troubled nation ruled by a vicious military junta. The pathos and absurdity of this struck me, the innocent Elephant killed by one of mankind's most malicious inventions, trapped in a war it does not understand.
This song uses that as a symbol, to convey frustration and resignation at absurdity and being trapped within something one can't change, be it the world at large, a relationship or one's own self.
Of all the offspring of Time, Error is the most ancient, and is so old and familiar an acquaintance, that Truth, when discovered, comes upon most of us like an intruder, and meets the intruder's welcome.
Charles Mackay, Extraordinary Popular Delusions and the Madness of Crowds