The band arrive, drink some wine and set-up. The boys drove across France with a van full of studio stuff for 12 hours straight. They ran out of conversation around about the 8th hour.
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The plugs are plugged in, the mics tested, amps fixed and the players begin playing. We find we have some unexpected studio guests, insects & bugs! One in particular sticks around for the session, his name is Edward.
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A night of ernest drinking leads to a song called ‘Aubergine’. Guilliame takes to the mic and gives an amazing impersonation of a supermarket announcer/DJ, inspired! The night ends at 5 when the liquor runs out.
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Guilliame integrates with the natives, making musical connections with the wildlife. The band attempt to convert the well into an echo box, unsuccessfully. Dave and Emily shape up a song by the pool.
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Transcargo take a day off and go wandering ‘round the mountains. Prawns for lunch and Edward takes a turn for the worse. Night falls, the wine flows and we discuss the merits of washing machines.
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The band suffers it’s first (& only) rock ‘n roll death. We lose Edward. There are tears, there’s emotion, it’s not pretty. A service is held, the crickets welcome him back into fold. Emily enjoys a quiet moment.
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Who said wine and water don’t mix. Who ever it was never had access to a pool, a copious supply of the finest french wine and a wall to jump off. Check out Ant’s take on house music. Then hold out for the credits.
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In the summer of 2002 a band called Transcargo took all of their studio equipment to a secluded spot in the South of France. I went with them.
Going away with Transcargo feels like an age away, something that may have happened in a different lifetime. Almost like a summer school holiday, the memory of which is brushed with a wash of sunshine. We went away for 10 days, them to record some new material, me to record them. Before we knew it time took on a kind of looseness, became flexible, the days were long, punctuated only by breakfast, lunch and dinner (carefully adhered to by Emily), food basically, sustenance.
Transcargo made work like play and this made us feel like kids. This, I think is why it feels like so long ago, because the memories of this trip are to be found in the same place that holds my first crush, my first fight, my Millenium Falcon and my 3 stripe Adidas t-shirts. Fond memories.
Who am I?
My name’s Dan Canyon,
I think Jacques Tati was a genius. I think Bill Evans was pretty good too. I think Curtis Mayfield should be broadcast into space (so ‘they’ know we’re
not all bad). I think De La Dave is probably my favourite rapper of all time. I think AZ is under-rated. I think Andrew Bird is nuts. I wish Jim O’Rourke would come back. I used to fancy Karen Allen, probably still do. I wish Woody Allen would just stop. I don’t like Banksy, Tom Cruise, Robbie Williams to name a few. I love Neil Young and wish he would come back too. Nina Simone still stops me in my tracks. I think Tanya Morgan are dope and I think we should all watch out for Charlene Soraia. I think money stinks and we all know it. I think the Stakes Are High.
And I think you shouldn’t hold me to this.
I’m currently listening to UFO by Jim Sullivan and Dell’ Universo Assente by Luciano Cilio (two albums that coincidently, were followed by the authors’untimely demise). Hey ho.
Oh, and I have a jar of organic capers in my fridge.