A Picture for a Poem

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.

A cold winters walk

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.

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To every Syrian man and woman…

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

The Great Bazaar by night

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

The Dead Cities of Aleppo

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
The

The Persian Mosque of Aleppo

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’s Skyline

The 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 Souq

The Souq of Aleppo

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 Jigsaw building

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.

Barren Lands

Olive Trees

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.

A tattered old journal

January 31, 2012 § 14 Comments

It was one of those errands that linger over your mind, silently nagging until you get it done. A bunch of my old books, candles, magical objects, sketches, letters from loved ones and journals lay in a heap, with no shelf and no owner in my old flat.

So after much procrastinating, I went over with a few empty boxes to collect all my old books, and how good I felt for it. Among the heaps of penguin classics I found, amongst other things, an old journal that i had written in daily during my travels in the middle east. There are some memorable stories in there.

So, having made this important discovery (no really, very important!) I’m going to write out these disjointed entries and rambling into something of a Novella… Just for you guys. I will also include some photo’s I took with my Canon 300D in the relevant entries.

It starts in Istanbul and ends in Byblos, Lebanon…. Good times x

Halfway Through the Voids

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.

Ghost of the Gully at the studio during the recording of the Pieces EP


So during March I created the single Lunar Lull and it was released by The Clockwork Club – founded and run by musical partner and friend Charlie Costello.

Charlie and Moses working in KMD studios

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.

A subtle reminder of the Armenian genocide in 1915

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.

Gary Bull rehearsing at KMD studios

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

Aaron rockin' the harmonica

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 on the kit at KMD studio

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.

With Love.

Photo taken by Aaron Leaman

Fragment 1.

February 13, 2011 § 4 Comments

Layers

 

The dust has risen from the holy ground, where she lay before the thunder struck

Before she uttered those white words, rising from the depths, ushering out, in a breath, like the first child born.

Foetal petals meander among stars kept in bottles with ships and sunken islands.  My thoughtless bow renders a sigh among the holy wed, they dance among spirals, in hidden corners of space – those ones.

And in all things the seeker of love will be heard, for gravity and such forces are laws, and in them codes are hidden: order, and symmetry.

It re-affirms this life given blessing; this simple knowledge, this state of thought, my mere awareness, aligns the chaos, un-clouds my thoughts,  and denominates, all states all realities, into a simple pulse – a truth.

Calamities, forces battling, rifts of light – swim through the void, and disappear.

There is a space that is infinite and it’s part of us.  Dive in below and dance.

ce that is infinite and it’s part of us.  Dive in below and dance.

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