hissyfit: The Limbo Diaries. 5 (Step by Step)

Wednesday, 14 December 2011

The Limbo Diaries. 5 (Step by Step)

3/2/06

TJ: Marcus has given me an arrangement to which I've added lyrics, a vocal line, and a middle 8. Working title is 'Step by Step'.
We organise the sections, add the M8, and I sing it. We then decide to double track the chorus, and add some harmonies to the hook in the M8. Marcus then balances the vocals and starts playing with some echoes/effects on the vocals. I don't normally like effects on the voice (I'm a meat and potatoes boy myself) but I've got to admit they sound great. It reminds us both of 'Weatherwise' from 'Alaska', no bad thing.

Home for the weekend.

MC: Vocal chain, as above (ain't broke, and all that). The track really started to come together and unusually we put on a lot of backing vocals, but they sound great. At the end of the day the track sounds fantastic and Trev and I rock out with the monitors on full blast, big smiles on our faces.

TJ: (FEB 2006 remember)
Listening to:

Sweet Billy Pilgrim 'We just did what happened and nobody came' A beautiful mess of oddly affecting lullabies; Blue Nile catches the Divine Comedy wearing Elbow's boots!

Ben Folds 'Songs for Silverman' Great piano songs. Love it when he takes his tongue out of his cheek. His voice always reminds me of Randy Edelman. (should I remember that?)

Strays Don't Sleep. A joint venture between Neilson Hubbard (check out his lovely 'Why Men Fail') and Mathew Ryan (try 'Concussion' or his new one) which is country/ambient heartache.

Halloween Alaska. Sounds like the Blue Nile (again) fronted by Paddy MacAloon, not a bad combo. Love track 8.

Richard Hawley 'Coles Corner'. If this beauty doesn't get you...trust me and buy it.

Ryan Adams '29' A bit obvious...he's like that best friend you're sick of the sight of, but can't help loving.

Neil Diamond '12 Songs' So, he nicked the title from Randy Newman... Diamond was great before he got lost in Las Vegas; this is back to his roots, a Cash like re-invention. Some pretty good songs laid bare with a guitar and a voice in heartbreaking decline.

Rosanne Cash 'Black Cadillac'. A dignified farewell to her father.

Watching:

'Brokeback Mountain' Beautiful, brave study of a tender relationship. This'll seperate the boys from the rednecks! Annie Proulx's short story is worth a read, from the collection 'Close Range'

'Crash' Smart, involving story cycle set in LA (reminded me a little of 'Short Cuts') which deals with its touchy issues head on. The glitzy cast are actually humdrum brilliant!

Reading:

Paul Auster's 'Red Notebook' Smart notes on the writing process, and the wonders of serendipity.

Marilynne Robinson's 'Gilead' A long wait since 'Housekeeping', this reveals itself slowly, wise and (not too) worthy, it's worth the effort.

MC: Listening to:

Jazz trio album I'm mixing/producing/performing! with Mike Hugg from the Manfreds.

New tracks for Paul Young,nearly finished, a new direction for him.

Sweet Billy Pilgrim, Nine Horses, Richard Hawley, Wayne Shorter.

Reading: Bertrand Russell's 'History of Western Philosophy’. Micheal Moore's 'Stupid White Men'.

STEP BY STEP

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Miracle Mile: A User's Guide by Johnny Black

Despite being based in a home studio in a rural backwater on the outskirts of West London, Miracle Mile chose to name themselves after a fictional gold rush main street half a world away where, according to adventure yarn spinner Jack London, ragged 49ers would blow their hard-won nuggets on booze and broads.
They apply a similarly unorthodox approach to their career in general. The band’s core duo of singer/guitarist Trevor Jones and multi-instrumentalist/arranger Marcus Cliffe have been relentless in their pursuit of the perfect song. Not the fastest, the gnarliest or the loudest, not even the most instantly commercial, but the song whose melody, lyrics, arrangement, performance and spirit might stand the test of time, giving pleasure to listeners not just for years but centuries.
They’d be the first to admit they haven’t yet found that perfect song and maybe never will, but I’d argue that their albums — the documentary evidence of that search — deserve a place alongside the best work of time-tested tunesmiths as elevated as Randy Newman, Elvis Costello or Tom Waits.

Marcus Cliffe wasn’t yet on board when the first album, Bicycle Thieves, arrived in 1997 but already it was evident that frontman Jones didn’t fit in with the prevailing mode. There was no rage, bitterness or self-loathing in his songs and nothing at all turned up to eleven. Instead, he offered meticulously orchestrated slices of ordinary human life, transforming the mundane into the marvellous with carefully crafted lyrics sincerely delivered. Even here, though, the hypnotic sample-based "Recycletwo" revealed a willingness to experiment that marked Jones out as more than just a pop craftsman in the vein of Crowded House or Aztec Camera.

What had started essentially as a recording project had become a five-piece live band by the time the follow-up, Candids, was released in 1998. Loaded with nagging guitar hooks and dynamic vocal interplay, it included one particularly affecting piece, "Small Ad," which featured just one line of lyric, the heart-rending couplet, "Baby’s shoes, never used." With those four words, Jones conjured up a yawning abyss of grief that other writers might struggle to evoke in an entire album.

Jones quickly realised that live performance was not his forte and retired to the womb of the studio for 1999’s third album, Slow Fade, which also saw the birth of the partnership that would lift Miracle Mile higher still above the norm. Marcus Cliffe, in demand as a player for Steve Earle, Emmylou Harris, Daniel Lanois, Mark Knopfler and others, was drafted in on upright bass.
Immediately the music took a more intimate turn, with Jones exploring the little things that illuminate the big things. Almost every song offers up at least one unforgettable line, like "I'd rather be ashes than dust" in "Everybody Loved You," or the concept of filling the void left by his loss of faith "with despair and metalware" in "Starwatching."
Slow Fade was further enhanced by the delicately filigreed swirls and swoops of England’s finest steel guitar maestro, B.J. Cole, whose style sat so well with Jones and Cliffe that he has become virtually a full-time member of the band.

And then, out of nowhere, catastrophe struck. Trevor Jones’ beloved sister died in tragic circumstances. It’s typical of the man that, rather than wallowing in his grief as he had every right to do, he dealt with his loss in the quiet, honest dignity of "Sister Song," the achingly lovely tribute that concludes the fourth album, Alaska. It can’t have been coincidence that the album, despite its meltingly beautiful musical landscape, was named for one of the coldest places on earth.

By the time of Stories We Could Tell in 2004, Miracle Mile were drawing critical plaudits in every significant British magazine and newspaper, along with comparisons to such pop pluperfectionists as Prefab Sprout and the Blue Nile. Critics were noting that Miracle Mile was fast becoming a repository of timelessly romantic music fueled by the same shamelessly emotional human concerns that inspired the great standards. More than this, it was being noticed that while most bands go into decline after two or three albums, Miracle Mile were getting better, perhaps because they’d avoided the trap of trying to be contemporary, and had no need to be more outrageous than the competition, largely because they didn’t see music as a competitor sport.

The sixth album, Glow, showed up in 2005 and found Jones and Cliffe further expanding their musical palette mixing Celtic folksiness with slow, semi-industrial percussion on the inspirational "An Average Sadness," blending Badalamenti guitars with Bacharach horns on "What Kate Did Next," and opening "Strange Sympathy" with a beautifully synthesised string orchestration before letting the song melt seamlessly into a laid-back country-rock rumination on the gap between aspiration and acquisition. Glow was also their most lavishly packaged disc, gorgeously presented at no small cost to themselves.

Album No. 7, Limbo, offered fifteen songs overflowing with sensitively wrought melodies and heart-fluttering lyricism. If it’s not a contradiction in terms, Limbo was even more quietly passionate than usual, deliciously understated and, at times, devastatingly tear-jerking.

‘Cassidy’s Care’ followed in 2012 and received similar critical acclaim.
Miracle Mile may just be too concerned with timeless quality for their own short-term commercial good. They’ll never sink a fang into the jugular when they can plant a whisper of a kiss on that sensitive spot at the nape of the neck and set off a tiny ripple that will, in the fullness of time, explode in the heart. I, for one, wouldn’t want it any other way.
Johnny Black

“Trevor Jones finds the poetry in real life; Marcus Cliffe anchors it in the sweetest pop. Gorgeous as ever. You may cry.”
Sunday Times

"Gentle enchantment. The loveliest melodies you've ever heard."
UNCUT

“Gorgeous melodies, hooks galore, intelligent lyrics that demand and repay careful listening, beautifully produced instrumentation, and an overall effect that combines poignancy and joy in equal measure. Music and words come together in a state as close to perfection as makes no difference, and leaves you with a delicious ache that makes you hug yourself with the sheer overwhelming joy of hearing such wonderful music. The beauty on offer here is enough to make you weep. It did me."
Americana UK

“A little oasis illuminated by musical creativity, glimpsed like a lovely mirage. Intelligent tunefulness that doesn’t kowtow to passing trends has always been as rare as fish fingernails, but it’s here.” Mojo

“Classic pop songwriting, gorgeously realised” The Times

“Moves you to tears and refreshes the soul. Scintillating.”
Maverick

“A tender sadness. Songs that have universal resonance.”
Netrhythms

"Trevor Jones has produced a gorgeous pop album that few will hear — unless there’s justice in the world.’ The Wall Street Journal

“Jones has compiled possibly the finest catalogue of adult pop. Gently beautiful and genuinely moving”
The Sunday Times

Wednesday, 14 December 2011

The Limbo Diaries. 5 (Step by Step)

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