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Poem for the day 11/7/07


by: George Gordon (Lord) Byron (1788-1824)

I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguish’d, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;
Morn came and went–and came, and brought no day,
And men forgot their passions in the dread
Of this their desolation; and all hearts
Were chill’d into a selfish prayer for light:
And they did live by watchfires–and the thrones,
The palaces of crowned kings–the huts,
The habitations of all things which dwell,
Were burnt for beacons; cities were consum’d,
And men were gather’d round their blazing homes
To look once more into each other’s face;
Happy were those who dwelt within the eye
Of the volcanos, and their mountain-torch:
A fearful hope was all the world contain’d;
Forests were set on fire–but hour by hour
They fell and faded–and the crackling trunks
Extinguish’d with a crash–and all was black.
The brows of men by the despairing light
Wore an unearthly aspect, as by fits
The flashes fell upon them; some lay down
And hid their eyes and wept; and some did rest
Their chins upon their clenched hands, and smil’d;
And others hurried to and fro, and fed
Their funeral piles with fuel, and look’d up
With mad disquietude on the dull sky,
The pall of a past world; and then again
With curses cast them down upon the dust,
And gnash’d their teeth and howl’d: the wild birds shriek’d
And, terrified, did flutter on the ground,
And flap their useless wings; the wildest brutes
Came tame and tremulous; and vipers crawl’d
And twin’d themselves among the multitude,
Hissing, but stingless–they were slain for food.
And War, which for a moment was no more,
Did glut himself again: a meal was bought
With blood, and each sate sullenly apart
Gorging himself in gloom: no love was left;
All earth was but one thought–and that was death
Immediate and inglorious; and the pang
Of famine fed upon all entrails–men
Died, and their bones were tombless as their flesh;
The meagre by the meagre were devour’d,
Even dogs assail’d their masters, all save one,
And he was faithful to a corse, and kept
The birds and beasts and famish’d men at bay,
Till hunger clung them, or the dropping dead
Lur’d their lank jaws; himself sought out no food,
But with a piteous and perpetual moan,
And a quick desolate cry, licking the hand
Which answer’d not with a caress–he died.
The crowd was famish’d by degrees; but two
Of an enormous city did survive,
And they were enemies: they met beside
The dying embers of an altar-place
Where had been heap’d a mass of holy things
For an unholy usage; they rak’d up,
And shivering scrap’d with their cold skeleton hands
The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath
Blew for a little life, and made a flame
Which was a mockery; then they lifted up
Their eyes as it grew lighter, and beheld
Each other’s aspects–saw, and shriek’d, and died–
Even of their mutual hideousness they died,
Unknowing who he was upon whose brow
Famine had written Fiend. The world was void,
The populous and the powerful was a lump,
Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless–
A lump of death–a chaos of hard clay.
The rivers, lakes and ocean all stood still,
And nothing stirr’d within their silent depths;
Ships sailorless lay rotting on the sea,
And their masts fell down piecemeal: as they dropp’d
They slept on the abyss without a surge–
The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave,
The moon, their mistress, had expir’d before;
The winds were wither’d in the stagnant air,
And the clouds perish’d; Darkness had no need
Of aid from them–She was the Universe.


New demo is done.
Showcases 7 new tracks, and recorded as a live band.
The project is entitled “the last days of disco.”
Recorded over the last 4 years, it documents both Justin and my despair of the dance industry as a whole. Journalist creating there own demise, magazines closing etc. etc.
During this time we decided to return to our roots, those being early disco, punk and the 80’s. During all of these time dance music has existed in one form or another. We used that inspiration to prove a point, how can dance music die…people always want to dance , whether it be funk, hip hop, rock, indie, or minimal…

Upwards and get on downwards



So, the biggest news is that Freaks have signed their 4 year old single, “the creeps,” to the Ministry of Sound.
Having originally signed the single to Gigolo and Azuli respectively, in 2005, the single went on to sell close to 30,000 copies.
An official remix by vandalism appeared in 2006 and went on to be the biggest download in’s history.
There began a bidding war, with MOS eventually winning. The commercial single is set be released as Freaks Vs Vandalism, with a new Vocal written by Freaks, and featuring the vocal talents of Freaks very own Stella Attar. freaks will be re recording the original as a live version and the single will also contain new remixes. It is set for release in August of this year. It was played by Jo Whiley and Scott Mills on Radio one and has been added to Capital radio, Galaxy and Yorkshire radio playlists.
Freaks will be riding the publicity of this with not one ,but three new singles. The first being a new live version of Tweekers and a new single, Repeater, on the flip.
This will be released in Early May on Music for Freaks. In Tandem with this, Freaks will also be releasing a digital only single, entitled Boiling Point, features some wonderful remixes by non other than Derrick L Carter. Already achieving critical acclaim stateside, the single features the vocal talents of Diz Washington, and is a live jam very much in the vain of early Kid Creole.
On top of this, Freaks will also be releasing a single on Rob Mello’s Disco 45. the single, entitled “Don’t Feed the bears,” once gain features the entire 10 piece band, and will contain a dub version mixed by Rob Mello.

Moving on to Luke news:
As well as being super busy mixing and co. producing the above, Luke has also been working on a solo album, entitled “the Difference Engine.”
Around 90 percent finished, the album will feature the vocal talents of Robert Owens, DJ Heather, Honey Dijon, and newcomers Natalie Brooms , Earl Gateshead and Derrick Carter.
And also featuring live musicians including the flute wonderboy, Nathan Haines.
As a reaction to the damning of dance albums, this just that, following the styles of Luke’s DJ sets ,the album is a nod to early Mr Fingers/house albums. All vocals, and a continuation of Luke’s solo singles on Crosstown and Rekids.

Luke has also been co – producing an album with Chicago cohort Tim Shumaker, of Home and Garden fame.
Under the guise of This Modern Dance, Tim and Luke have been working with various Chicago musicians, producing an album of electronica, heavily influenced by their old school heroes. Brian Eno, Japan and David Sylvian, to name a few. Look out for a series of very LTD EP’s , with collectable artwork.

AQnd to round up the news, Luke has been co- producing, what is set to be one of the most talked about electronic projects of this year.
Working alongside his co – producer Arthur Jeffes (his father was the founder of the highly respected Penguin Cafe.) and both working alongside a group of selected musicians, the pair are producing an album for Crosstown rebels owner , and set to be superstar DJ, Damian Lazarus. The album is very much under wraps at the moment, but expect something very very different.

Luke is also continuing to kick up a storm worldwide with his highly originally DJ style, taking his influences from al genres of dance both old and new. Playing minimal, house, tecno, disco , funk and mid tempo weirdness. Currently holding down 2 residencies , one @ the AKA in London, where Luke plays for 9 hours, covering 4 decades of dance music.
The other @ Cafe Borsa in Italy alongside fellow residents DJ Rocca and Italian legend , Daniel Baldelli.