March 19, 2012 § 33 Comments
Here’s the new single Lunar Lull from the album The Voids . It’s been an upward journey… but I loved every moment. You guys have seen it all grow from the start. In fact if you scroll down to the my old posts you can see the journey progress…. Thank you guys for all your shares and heart warming comments… this one is for you.
For any reblog, post or review I’ll give away a free download…. for anything super cool that I can’t even think of but only YOU can… you get a private skype performance 😉
Peace out people
February 20, 2012 § 18 Comments
Firstly, sorry no content has been posted recently… I’m working hard on the album and it’s getting closer and closer to completion with each week that goes by – not so long now.
Anyway, a week or so ago, a thick layer of snow covered the ground like icing on a cake. I took some pictures, this being one of them… and a short poem.
Charcoal edges of black leafless tree’s cut through misty voids.
The silence is thick with foreboding, but everything is still.
A clump of melting snow falls and explodes effortlessly in to the stone cobbled ground – it’s bits finding nice warm corners, among the stone engraved cement valleys, or the cobbled edges of what once was a curb – before the snow came.
Birds fly from tree’s, alarmed at this minor sound, amongst the mass of quiet.
The woodland is like a criss-crossed-maze of sticks standing upright falling orderly into the unknown whiteness of the mass of morning dew, laying stagnant here in this valley – it will stay in to the day.
February 6, 2012 § 5 Comments
My heart today goes out to all those suffering in Syria. A country of great people, who were hospitable to me, open and warm. It makes me very sad to see such a ruthless regime killing their own people. Yesterday they bombed a hospital, with all the doctors in it all the nurses, all the patients…
How long will Assad’s bloody reign continue…
Below I am copying an old post from my travels in Syria… the Syria that should be remembered, the Syria that I remember.
Aleppo, (Halep) is an ancient city in the north of Sryia. Traders and merchants have travelled through this city for over a thousand years. And during Ramadan, as I wondered through the Great Bazaar. Men haggle over cuts of meat, women find new hijabs for their daugters, boys sell coffee and pistacio cake, donkey ridden by beduins carry exotic birds and cases of burgul wheat to sell – he see’s his frend selling saffron by the street.
“Asalem alakum keef halcum habiby!”
“Alhumdulilah, lesh, Ramadan!”
All comes to life at night here in this maze that is the Great Bazaar!
The Dead Cities
Ruins of the Byzantine Empire lay scattered on this heat scortched earth, like ghosts of the past, where Crusaders came, and Arabs, and now Tourists. The land is vast and flat here. The people who inhabited these lands must have been enduring people with dark skin and heavy wrinkles like the rocks they built their houses on.
The Persian Mosque
Outside the ancient Old City of Aleppo, among the towering apartments that look as if they have risen out of the very desert itself there is a grand monument. A massive new mosque built in the enchanting Persian style of Iran. We exlpore it’s vast rooms and are able to walk on top of the roof, witnessing the obscure skyline of Aleppo.
Aleppo looks as if it has risen out of the desert iteslf. This dry land echoes with calls to prayer and the clatter of mule’s hooves on dusty cobbled floors.
The charming souq of Aleppo is situated next to the cities central citadel. Aromas of perfume from the Gulf enchant the nostrils, and rugs from Iran fill tiny shops with an array of warm colours. Shop keepers great me and invite me in for tea. They expect nothing in return except for a good shake of the hands and an honest smile.
The New Town
The new town roads choke with traffic all moving at an easy un rushed pace. People barter and sell on just about every street corner, tiny shops are packed into every nooke and crany of the city, coffee stalls,news agents, ciggeratte vendors, and falfel stands. It’s a bombardment to the senses, you have to keeon your toes.
I leave Aleppo, bound for Hama. And I pass through barren lands where olive trees grown through tumbling ruins and the ground is red and dry. A few birds circle above, hoping to find some morsel of food. Dust blows around, small tornadoes form far off on the horizon, this land is alien to me, but great.
October 29, 2011 § 9 Comments
The Voids – the space from where ideas emerge. The sheer emptiness of oblivion. The intent. The air that we breathe, and the light that we rejoice. This is The Voids.
I’m currently halfway through my debut album – The Voids. Details of release are currently unknown, but here’s the back story.
In March this year my good friend and musical supporter Gary Bull encouraged me to work on my own music after recent complications with previous band Ghost of the Gully.
All the members of this band I love dearly and I feel that we will be brought together to make music again one day.
Lunar Lull was released under the name Moses Melkonian, and many people have asked me why I chose this name.
Moses or rather Movses Melkoninan was the name of my Grandfather who fled his homeland of Armenia. He fled as an Orphan after his parents were massacred during the Armenian genocide in 1915. I wanted to honour him and my heritage in my music, hence Moses Melkonian.
I received a lot of support after the release of Lunar Lull and my dear friend and supporter Gary Bull offered me a management deal and his studio to record an album in. I have known Gary for years, his passion and energy has never failed to inspire me.
It is those people who have stretched their hands out to me that are as responsible for the creation of the forthcoming album than me. It is for those people that I compose.
Another great friend who has given me so much is Aaron Leaman. He came on to the scene back in Summer. In fact before he came, there was no scene. Just loads of great people in about a 20 mile radius making great, great music . To name a few Xuuki, Hugo Willams, Nick Bryne As Elephants Are
I remember Aaron saying, “I love this scene here cause everyone does it for the music for art, not for girls and ego shit.”
He came along with a camera and spent every day of every week filming promo videos for free for anyone he liked. From that emerged the label, the channel, the idea Young Exeter TV. Not only is Aaron a great film maker but he is an all round artist who understands where art fits into our daily lives. Check out his website Aaron Leaman
Another great friend who has inspired me with his dedication work ethic and… sick humour! – is Max Saidi. Drummer from Ghost of the Gully, member of the Clockwork Club Collective and all round Mediterranean dude.
Max Saidi has offered his time and skills on the forthcoming album. Having his input makes the whole process more exciting and real. Making music by myself in the studio is a thrill, but having someone else come in and play on it, or give me their opinion is surreal and refreshing. Max’s style of playing has always made me go crazy, and I’m sure he will do justice to the album and on the road.
This post is just a round up. I’m halfway through and thanks all you lovely people above for helping me make this real.