I'm sure that many of you are aware that Di is fast developing a reputation as a fine photographer; particularly in the world of Rock and Roll.
Her latest venture was a jaunt to the 'Les Escales' festival at St.Nazaire in North West France.
The festival celebrated the best of the Tuscon music scene, featuing Brian Lopez, Gabriel Sullivan, Chicha Dust & Tom Walbank... with Geoff Hildago, Vicki Brown, Mona Chambers, Jason Urman, Jon Villa, Efren Cruz Chavez, Winston Watson, Connor Gallaher, Jack Sterbis & French Cumbia Ambassadors, Laurent Allinger, Jean Patrick Cosset, Ronan Daniel & Yvan Tamayo.
Please click this linkto have a look at Di's blog on the event and see some of her stunning photography.
This review just in from Italy's Onda Rock. Album of the Month and an 8.5 rating says they like it. Please read Gianfranco Marmoro's review here.
Hit the translation button if needs be...
'In Cassidy's Care' is out today.
The first Miracle Mile release since Limbo (2007).
Thanks for all of the good wishes; they are much appreciated.
Please help us by talking the album up with your friends/circles.
Maybe write an Amazon review.
I had a nice surprise this morning when I read that Rob Marsh, longtime 'Friend Of Miracle Mile', had started a blog and one of his first posts was an extensive review of the album. Read Marshman's review here.
We're having our album launch tonight; not a gig at the O2 but a BBQ in the back garden. Rock 'n Roooooll!
Miracle Mile's first album since Limbo (2007) will be released this coming Monday. 'In Cassidy's Care' is released July 22.
Some of you already have it
If you'd like a copy you can get it directly from me by accessing the site store here, or you could buy it from Amazon here.
Reviews seem pretty thin on the ground so you could help us big time by doing an Amazon customer review.
You don't need to have brought the album through Amazon to write one. These can be submitted from the release date onwards...
Our promotional diary is pretty non existent; we just hope folk will find us and like us. There are however, many trees in the forest...
Thanks again to all who have helped breath life into the album: Marcus (obviously) Lucinda, Melvin and Jim for performing on the songs. Barry Cross (album design)
Pete Beckmann (mastering)
Di Holmes (photography)
Max M (website design and maintenance) The many 'Friends of MM' who 'talk us up' to all and sundry
The good folk at 'Proper' and 'Linn' for helping to sell our songs
The journalists who have embraced us
Finally, a tip of the hat to my lady, Di, for her love and support.
"A clear horizon — nothing to worry about on your plate, only things that are creative and not destructive… I can’t bear quarreling, I can’t bear feelings between people — I think hatred is wasted energy, and it’s all non-productive. I’m very sensitive — a sharp word, said by a person, say, who has a temper, if they’re close to me, hurts me for days. I know we’re only human, we do go in for these various emotions, call them negative emotions, but when all these are removed and you can look forward and the road is clear ahead, and now you’re going to create something — I think that’s as happy as I’ll ever want to be.”
Played it five times in a row and still playing it...
It's great stuff... Current fav’ is ‘Sweet Nothing’ but it's hard to choose the pick of the bunch. Max
- Got my copy this morning and it's just brilliant; Miracle Mile's best music to date. It is a gorgeous album with words and melodies to die for… an astonishing piece of music. Nick
- It arrived this morning. It’s like you've never been away. Wonderful. Phil
- In the last months I had some arterial pressure problems. I have put on ‘In Cassidy's Care’ and there was a miracle! I have measured my pressure listening your music and by a miracle my pressure was in the RIGHT range already after the first track! Now I guess to need to listen your cd all the time... Ciao e graze! Carmine
- Got it! Jaw dropping as usual for you guys! Massimo
- Great news! In Cassidy's Care arrived today. Played it through 3 times... classic Miracle Mile!!! Congrats & thanks Trev & Marcus - She's a real beauty! Toronto Tim
- You never disappoint. I think it's because you remain faithful to the idea that the song's the thing, and that stylistic genres are ultimately, not important. You just seem to do what you do, and if you and Marcus were stranded on a desert island you'd make a xylophone out of coconut shells and write songs on that. Johnny
- You did a great job, very intense, authentic, filled with beautiful ideas and catching musical lines, with extremely fascinating lyrics. And your singing is beautiful and sincere as well.This is the very result of a long unstressed and passionate work, that's what I feel.Congratulations my friend, I'm sure (and I wish) this CD will leave a deep mark! Francesco
- I’ve spend some more time with ICC - and musically each song quickly develops into something familiar. Creeping in as if they have always been there but a little different. Any human heart seems to me - at least for the moment - to be the main song. The one the other songs lyrically revolve around.
I like your way with words (I love you, goodbye) and it`s especially great when you get very specific and concrete ie: park bench - brush teeth - prints on the windowpane and, of course, the song with the carpet with it`s fibers/patterns.
And the way you now include the spoken words in a song instead of seperate them - makes sense to me. Folmer
- Always amazed at how the quality of music remains at such an amazing quality album after album. I don't purchase CD anymore between Rhapsody and Spotify, but if one purchases one CD a year, it should be a Miracle Mile CD.
Blimey!
Thanks to Johnny Black for this great review.
It's in the August edition of HiFi News.
We are their monthly 'Album Choice', kudos indeed, as the mag is a music industry bible...
If you've been following the recent blog links you'll know that a few of us have been sharing our love of music in list form: 'Desert Island Discs' so to speak.
Toronto Tim (god bless him) has chosen to top his list with something familiar...
Easy choice... However given the opportunity it would be a tie - Alaska + Limbo. I've always said that Limbo is the perfect album, but Alaska my first-love & the one closest to my heart. Note: My good buddy Eric's #1 desert island disc is Limbo, so were covering the bases! It took me years to eventually break out of my paranoid shell, and plunge into on-line purchasing. Alaska's intriguing 30 second sample teasers on Rainsound/Amazon were the catalyst in my search for the elusive Miracle Mile. Also a bit of a life-changer. I'd alway detested that on-line chat/blog thing that my wife was so mesmerized by. But somehow I got sucked into it with Hissyfit, and I must admit to being very grateful as I'd probably have remained dormant in a cultural vacuum. Music has always been a passion. With the demise of record stores, formatted radio and general indifference to intelligent music, I really can't express how much I appreciate all of the sharing with kindred spirits meeting at Hissyfit & COS... keeping that passion alive. We've already discussed at length how special Alaska is, and I don't want this to turn into a brown-nosing eulogy, although I'm sure Di's boy-friend wouldn't mind. I'll just say that fantastic musical magic emanates fom that infamous "Cinnamon Chair." I'm thinking it's probably due for a good cleaning or reupholstering by now...
David Ashley writes:
I went for Alaska as well although up until the night before it was going to be Limbo. Ask me today as me and the wife look through photos of our trip to californiyiia and it is Candids. I think it is a measure of the artist rather than the record when you have 2/3/4 lps jockeying for being the best.
Here's a lovely review of 'In Cassidy's Care' by Graham Reid, one of New Zealand's finest.
Graham is a respected Kiwi journalist who once wrote for the Auckland Herald and now runs a fine arts site 'Elsewhere'. Read his review here.
We're both up early, Di to clean the house, me to clean myself and pack. We always stumble silently around 'Chez Diane' on our last day, so I put on some Ennio Morricone.
For breakfast we eat most of the remaining provisions and make up a food bag of what's left for our neighbor Marie Lucie. As I dunk crusts into my coffee, the stale bread reminds me of something I wrote on our last visit:
Yesterday's Bread
“Everyday
but Sunday” she says
Glancing
over my shoulder
As
she counts out change
Every
day but Sunday
In
the shadow of St Augustine
Crusts
offered reluctantly
From
the back of a crumpled white van
I am not yet 'of the village'
So have worked my way
From the back of the queue
'Voila,
you were lucky'
She
draws a dark brown oddment
From
within, then
Steps
to her left
Blocking
my view
I
bound home with flour on my chest
To
find you in the kitchen
Teacups
brimful
Over
your shoulder I see
The
remnants of yesterday's bread
"Always
leave a crust
To
show you're not in need"
Terry's
chant
"Waste
not, want for nothing"
I
am my father's son
So
every dawn we test our teeth
On
yesterday’s bread
Leaving
the soft and the fresh
For
tomorrow
You
hold me hopefully
As
I picture pater
Tight
lipped and wanting
Pressing
broken teeth
Into
the back of his smile
We ready the house for our absence during the summer.
- Secure the blinds and windows
- Turn off the gas in the kitchen
- Turn off the electricity and water supply in the downstairs shower room
- Lock the front door
As we leave the house I look to my right at what used to be our view of the mountain villages, now blocked by our neighbor's recent development. His front door is a fine, solid thing, engraved with musical motifs. 'X' is a talented musician. I remember the commotion when his grand piano was delivered to the house by half a dozen shirtless young men who grunted and groaned under the weight of the instrument while 'X' tutted and clucked, issuing directions from above. Once the piano was inside there was a brief silence before the playing started. 'X's house is floor boarded and the music reverberated from within and out over the valley. We reluctantly leant in, our resentments briefly forgotten.
It was a sad and beautiful moment.
We shuffle silently past our recently departed neighbour Titin's sculptures.
They will grace the rocks outside our house long after we've all gone.
Titin was a good age and was seemingly rock solid, costaud, until the end.
We thought that he'd go on forever...
I think back to the morning we officially moved in to 'Chez Diane'. Di and our friends Gregg and Suzi stripped wallpaper whilst I went off tapping on neighbors' doors in search of a tin opener. Titin and his nephew had just returned from an early morning hunt and Titin dragged me into his kitchen and plied me with pastis. We drank until the bottle was empty and I stumbled home mid morning with a 'Ricard' bottle opener, no tin opener, and a seaside smile...
As we enter the square by St Augustine's church we look up to our right at the house of our English/Australian friends Janet and David who translated the village's ways for us when we first arrived. Janet and David worked in tourism and were massively influential in popularizing the island back in the 50s and 60s. Their children grew up in the house, went to the local schools and are as Corsican as it's possible for foreign blood to be. When we first arrived in the village Janet and David flitted between Paris in the winter and long summers in the house, visited by family and a whole host of quirky friends. Their children, now grown, are successful in the world of theatre and design, so there was always a bohemian aura permeating from within those walls.
These days, part from the odd visit from their kids the rambling house is sadly ever empty... Janet and David now rest in the cemetery above the village, but we still see them waving from the balcony, chuckling and chatting, chuckling and chatting...
At the airport I return the car rental, complimenting the 'Avis' mechanic on our car. 'You liked it?' he says surprised, scratching at his clip board, 'No one likes French cars. It's Renault. How you say? A piece of shit!'
As we board the plane Di gasps, turns and skips back down the steps, elbowing her way past the ascending flow of passengers.
She's forgotten to kiss the Corsican earth, part of her ritual for departure. Di touches her fingers to her lips and then to the tarmac; lingering a little longer than usual.
Song of the Day: As we are returning to a much anticipated visit from Brian Lopez let's have him singinghis own composition 'Love Comes Over You' from yesterday's favourite album, Giant Giant Sand's magnificent miss mash, 'Tuscon'.
It seems oddly appropriate given our unquantifiable intoxication
with this irresistible little island.
It's our last full day and we make the most of the weather, hitting the beach. We take a bottle of wine with us and raise a glass to the sand and sea which have helped to purge us of the anxieties of city life. In the evening we head for the local mountain village of Calenzana, famous for being the starting point of the first leg of one of the great world walks. The GR20 is a 20 leg trek down the spine of the island, traversing the granite outcrops that bear testimony to the violent volcanic history that form the island's spectacular internal topography. There will be no such endeavor for us tonight; we are eating at one of our favourite local restaurants 'Chez Michelle' which specializes in Corsican mountain cuisine, roasted in a wood fired oven. The pizzas are spectacular, but tonight my mind is set; I'll be having the spectacular 'Agneau de lait au feu de bois', the restaurant's speciality. It's baby lamb, basted in local olive oil, herbs and garlic, served up with tiny salty potatoes, all roasted in that wood fired oven. Di's eye is on veal and goes for the day's specials which she reads as 'Trumpets de Veau', surely a fanfare for this delicate meat. The first plate arrives and my heart sinks. I get the whiff before I see what's in Di's bowl. Her 'trumpets' are actually 'trippettes':'Trippettes de veau', veal tripe! No way is she eating that! Her shoulders do that shudder so I quickly offer to swap it for my lamb which has just arrived, smelling beautiful. I struggle with texture and taste whilst Di luxuriates in my divine dish. Insult to injury: she ain't sharing! When the lady's hungry she has no conscience. I'm offered up the odd stripped bone to suck on but my meal basically consists of salty potatoes and bread dipped in tripe sauce... joy!
Thankfully the deserts are substantial so I have Soufflé au Brocciu. CorsicanBrocciu is the famous artisanal Corsican curdled sheep's cheese. It's normally baked into Fiadone, a cheese cake which is made with eggs and lemon zest. My soufflé is similarly flavored and served up with a fiery glass of eau de vie which helps to burn the tripe taste from the tongue. The job's completed by a couple of espressos. We wander the moonlit streets for a while then head for home. We need to pack for tomorrow's early departure.
