Ben Howard & Surfers Against Sewage

I saw this yesterday and had to share it.

Surfers Against Sewage (SAS) is a great organisation; an “environmental campaign group with a mission to rid the UK coastline of Sewage”.

In doing some research about the Bestival line up later this year, I found this video of Ben Howard’s “The Wolves” overlaid against some amazing footage of surfers riding UK barrels, as a promo for SAS. Admittedly it’s a lot less showy than the big American/Indonesian/Pacific Island breaks that are typically associated with barrel riding – but, for the UK, these are some great waves. I love the track too, which complements it perfectly.

I must have watched this video about six times already since stumbling across it…

UPDATE – Just seen this too: Garrett McNamara has just been recognised as having ridden the biggest wave ever seen on film (78ft), last November, in Nazare, Portugal, from a tow-in. On first watching, my heart was in my mouth when the whitewater hits him.

Photek

I’ve been a huge fan of Photek (Rupert Parkes) since his first Form & Function EPs back in the early to mid 90s – nearly 20 years ago. He creates thoughtful, electronic music which you can listen to again and again – not least late at night, in the dark, with a pair of decent headphones.

I just stumbled across his new DJ Kicks album this weekend – even though it’s off piste in comparison to all of his previous work that I’m more familiar with – from tracks on the first 6 EPs such as Water Margin or the later Hidden Camera and Modus Operandi - and indicative of his move into the world of DubStep, it’s striking for a long time fan to see how he’s blended his approach to intricate D&B into this new genre.

The album is well worth checking out – his exclusive tracks Levitation and Fountainhead are two of several high points for me. Full tracklisting here (along with an article explaining some of the reasons for his change in direction) and there’s a great interview with him, featuring a top story about how he managed to chance his way through every DJ’s worst nightmare…

NB – you can buy it on Amazon UK, iTunes or directly from DJ Kicks publisher K7. Or you can listen on Spotify.

The Big Chill – A Parent’s Review

I have just discovered that taking two small children to a three day music festival is a pretty gruelling endeavour, even when there is some cheating (i.e. hotels) and a couple of adults involved.

As my colleagues will confirm, I had been banging on about going to the Big Chill for weeks in advance. Having gone with my wife once before the children arrived and once subsequently with just our eldest a few years back, we thought we’d give it another go this year. However having been previously – and knowing that it’s also known as ‘the big hill’ on the basis of the walk between car parks and camp sites – we thought we’d do ourselves a favour and stay at a local hotel.

The event was great. I’ve seen lots of detractors this year based on the acts and attendees – but personally I went with different expectations.

Firstly the fact we stayed off-site meant no drinking. Also the mild parental terror associated with the potential for small people to wander off in large crowds whilst one’s back in turned for half a second meant that I was just planning to be 100% attentive to them throughout.

Moreover, I was fairly indifferent about having to trek from one place to another to be in a certain place for a certain time to see a specific act, with the full entourage in tow. To be honest, I’m not even sure this is about being laden down as, in my experience, trying to be somewhere you’re not at a festival is a recipe for ongoing disappointment.

So, we just settled into it, with the occasional loose plan that would be happily sacked off at a moment’s notice if something else remotely attractive (i.e. a bacon butty, or spot of papier mache) was closer at hand.

We did have some great highlights, ie my youngest running around to some reggae with a little guy she’d just met at DJ Food on the Friday. Aloe Blacc was terrific – the little one was asleep in the pram and I bounced up and down like a trooper with my eldest on my shoulders for an unprecedented ninety minutes, whilst my wife wobbled about on a crash barrier, desperately trying to catch his eye.

Late Friday night we walked back via the main stage and caught ten minutes of the Chemical Brothers, which was crazy. By this point we were all wiped out – but there were lots of high fives aimed in the direction of my sleepy child (who, it’s fair to say, loves a bit of Hey Boy, Hey Girl) from the assembled mashed-up ravers.

Saturday was a bit of a washout, although I’m proud to say that we left a few hours before Kanye – who we later learned was vilified by pretty much all in attendance for his ego-centric postering – and Sunday was another good day, topped off by dancing around to Norman Jay, again whilst carrying little people around on the shoulders.

I did have a few drinks on the Sunday but otherwise we waited until getting back to the room each day before treating ourselves to a nightcap (nb – I think I may be the first person ever to have a glass of port at the end of a day at a Festival). The kids have come home thinking that eating crisps whilst soaking in a bath to get rid of the manifold substances under their fingernails is the height of luxury. And we have found a new passion for making sharks, fish and star wands out of soaked willow, tissue paper and cling film. No really.

As we hoped would be the case, it was one of those weekends where you can look back on loads of happy memories about family life. But my god, it was hard work. Pushing a pram with one dead weight with another on the shoulders for 12 hours a day takes its toll.

But that all fades of course, whilst the pictures that feature big grins and our respective memories all endure.

So, would I recommend it? Yes absolutely – but only if you’re prepared to go as a parent, not to try to be a festival go-er in the sense that it’s typically thought of, as that way lies madness in my opinion. Also, I’d strongly advise you to start thinking about weight lifting training some time in advance.

(NB – Normally I don’t write about my kids here or anywhere else – I just choose not to until such a time as they can decide for themselves – but I’ve justified this to myself on the basis that this post is more about being a parent, rather than my kids specifically. So I guess it’s OK.). See more pics here.

Deadmau5 & Eldritch Coincidences

As someone that enjoys this kind of thing I’m not entirely sure why Deadmau5 has passed me by until this point. I’ll put it down to the onset of middle age.

Anyway, having listened so some this week, I quite liked it at first and then found myself becoming increasingly irate that it seems to be a little to close to the livelier tracks by Basement Jaxx and Groove Armada, by way of an attempt at Daft Punk, with a little Richie Hawtin (Plastikman) thrown in.

I still can’t make up my mind as to whether this is a coincidence, bad temper on my part or just a bit too close to direct plagiarism to be acceptable. The jury is out – and a bit grumpy.

That aside I had to mention a weird set of coincidences that have happened in the last couple of days.

I have just bought and read The Courtyard, a short but nonetheless terrific comic by Alan Moore (of Watchmen, From Hell etc etc). He’s a bit obsessed by Lovecraft generally and the cult of Cthulhu specifically. Having read comics for a while (ie, since I could read) I know a little about this second hand but realised that I’d never read any actual H.P.Lovecraft, so I picked up and swiftly read the short story ‘The Call of the Cthulhu‘ – which was, as anticipated, weird, bleak and a bit nasty, but in a good way.

So, when being given my lesson in Deadmau5 by the young folk a few days ago I was to find that ‘Cthulhu Sleeps’ is one of his better known tracks (and was the first one I heard).

Is that kind of thing normal?

Pour Some Sugar On Me (In The Name Of Love)

I’ve realised that Copenhagen has quickly become my favourite airport. It’s clean, hassle free and, on a good day, I can now go from walking into the building to getting through security in about ten minutes.

Possibly my favourite aspect of the airport though is the Danish guys that await the other side. There’s an airside coffee shop which has put a smile on my face every time I’ve been to date.

The Baristas are a group of young guys that are a weird combination of hip young things with edgy haircuts and throwbacks that look to pay homage to Tom Cruise in Cocktail, circa 198x.

On going through today, the music was fairly modest, merely a recent Michael Jackson album – which those behind the counter still seemed to great with a little more gusto than it merited, in my opinion. However, I mentioned in a tweet a few weeks back, last time I went through they opted to crank out Def Leppard (which, I’m assured by people more groovy than I, are currently enjoying a renaissance – although I confess that I’m struggling a little with that conceptually).

Whilst I, like many others, rocked pretty hard to ‘Animal’ when I was about eight, it’s fair to say I haven’t heard it in a while – and I greeted it with a snort of derision. However, I was completely unprepared for the Baristas’ collective response, which was to meet the opening track’s strains with whoops, high volume vocals and throwing coffee cups/smoothie ingredients to each other across ever greater and more perilous arcs.

It was all a little Salvador Dali for me – up until the classic moment when ‘Pour Some Sugar On Me’ was let loose and even I had to crack a smile at that point.

Lunatics they may be – but I now make a point of going back every time in passing through (which seems to be pretty frequently at present) just to see what they’re up to.

Oh, The Irony

I’ve had a bit of a night of it.

Although we have taken our eldest daughter to a couple of festivals (the Big Chill, twice), it’s impossible to take two of them at their age – or at least highly impractical. Nevertheless, every Glastonbury weekend, I try and watch as much of it as I can, both immediately and over the following weeks.

So, there I was last night, sneaking in a bit of a late on to watch Gorillaz superb two hour Friday night set, featuring Lou Reed, Snoop, Mark E Smith, Hypnotic Brass Ensemble etc etc, only to find that when I did try to go to bed, the little one had been up for a while. So, taking over parental duties, we sat together for an hour or so, before decamping from her bedroom to the spare bedroom to try and get some shut eye. At about 1am, she was sick – and I can only think it was in honour of the Glastonbury weekend as, unusually, it only happened the once – and then decided she wanted to play for a bit. Two and a half more hours to be precise.

I gave up trying to get her down again at around two am – so we went and watched Glastonbury for a little longer before she finally keeled over. Block Party’s Kele was a particular gem.

Now Saturday beckons – and it looks like whatever it is has gotten my other two girls. So, i reckon a bit more Glastonbury might just be on the cards this weekend yet.

New Look, New Home

So, a few weeks ago I moved this blog from it’s former home to this new location, for a couple of reasons. Firstly, the software I was using, from a site called ‘edublogs’ was proving extremely painful to use despite being based on WordPress, resisting updates on a seemingly arbitrary basis. Secondly I also wanted this to be more personal and less a blog about Punch (we have one of those already – here), which takes up most every waking moment outside family life anyway. Hence, this blog’s new name – Out of Office Messages.

Much of what I had written previously is actually still relevant, so I’ve imported the content here – but really, this is more about my personal point of view and perspective which, increasingly, as Punch is now growing (we’re on the point of appointing two more people, taking us to ten) is happily just one facet of the whole picture during the working day.

I’ve also changed the look and feel a couple of times in recent weeks and have finally settled on this layout. Whilst the ability to choose templates on wordpress is undoubtedly fun and designed to ensure that there’s something for everyone, I’ve found that most of the templates feel very old very quickly – and in some cases even quite amateurish – the blog equivalent of clipart. So, the simplicity of this particular layout suits me perfectly.

I have wrestled a little with the extent to which I make this about my interests – which has made me reflect on what my interests actually are. As anyone that knows me personally will, I’m sure, testify, I’m very fortunate in that I’m hugely passionate about my working life. So, whilst it is clearly work related, it’s fair to say that one of my interests is technology and moreover, at present, how technology is effecting sociological change – with innovative web applications breeding new means of personal interaction, for example.

Similarly, it’s interesting to me that reputation management is becoming ever-more relevant, with the current shift towards personal reputation management through web 2.0 and the trend for execs constantly having an eye towards their next opportunity. I suspect this is likely to crop up fairly regularly.

I love the fact that this post may be read by no-one or hundreds+, based on a number of factors, not least merit – but also context/distribution. As per my recent post referencing a couple of bloggers that apparently hadn’t grasped that their entry may in some way have a detrimental effect on their careers, it’s hugely interesting to me that the traditional ‘rules’ of PR still very much apply here – it’s just that the distribution landscape is dramatically different.

Finally, on this, I’m also hugely interested by the prospect of how ‘PR2.0′ can be integrated with (note, not a substitute for) traditional PR techniques, meaning that all reputation campaigns can benefit from a coordinated approach to search engine optimisation, social media and bloggers/blogging, for example.

So, on a different note entirely, outside work my life is really almost entirely devoted to three girls – my wife and two daughters. We’ve had an extended period of intensity at work, dating back to September ’07 when we our first employee joined us to work alongside myself, meaning that I rarely have too much time for anything else.

With a set of golf clubs in the garage now gathering dust having not been used since the birth of my daughter 4+ years ago, I think that can safely be discounted as a likely regular subject. However, as a season ticket holder at Leicester Tigers (having just bought two more for my two daughters for next year) I try to go as often as possible – although that has meant about five times a year for the past two seasons, which is criminal really.

Finally, the last subject which is likely to crop up regularly is my love of the water. Again, swimming has suffered in the last 18 months but it’s something that I do love with a passion. Moreover, I try to get a surf at least a couple of times a year – which dates back to when I was first taken into the sea with my Dad and his board when I was about four.

So, that’s a wrap as far as I’m concerned. My main issue with blogs is that they are frequently too self absorbed so my aim is to always avoid that – but I did want to somehow mark what feels like a significant shift, if only in terms of intentions as opposed to output.

If this is a romcom, kill the director

So, at the ripe age of 34, apparently I’m the granddad of the PR team. Or at least, that’s what they’d have me believe. However at times I almost do believe the hype. In previous years we’ve managed to go to a summer festival, usually the Big Chill, but this year, with my second child on the way, it was a bridge too far. A pity really as dancing in a field to Norman Jay on a Sunday following several days of happy sleepless nights is something I certainly miss.

However, what I’m only now coming to realise is that the BBC is doing a great job of filming the summer festivals, for us sad folk that can’t make it along for whatever reason. Not great coverage of the Big Chill sadly but Glastonbury, T in the Park and more recently Reading/Leeds have each been given a great showing.

So, Annie and I now compare and contrast tastes on bands. What I learned about my daughter through festival coverage last year is that a) she loves the Chemical Brothers and b) she hates the Kaiser Chiefs. This year, we are in agreement about the Wombats and Vampire Weekend both being amazing. She seems to take issue with my like of the Raconteurs, Jack White’s new band, sadly. Still, she’s young enough to acquire good taste yet….

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