Wheelwright: voice and lyrics, vocals recording and their sub-mix, song form editing. You can visit with him here: @wheelwright

Jonathan Beckenstein: initial music, all instruments, mix

Fictive Sisters is a transatlantic collaboration of Wheelwright and Beckenstein. Our album Immaculate Distraction is available at: https://fictivesisters.bandcamp.com/album/immaculate-distraction

There's a message
It says come back right now
And you looked like you'd seen a ghost
People talking
Then they're moving away
And you're questioning everything

Transatlantic
And the earth was shaking
Lost in transit
Lost in mid translation

Oh and the kingdom to come
Will be a kingdom of reason

Did I tell you
All the things we could see
When they held you up to the light
Drink some vodka and then
Walk out the door
You said this is better for everyone

[Chorus]

We like the meaningful songs
They send a meaningful signal

In the Hare Krishna restaurant in Soho
No one recognised you
Coz you didn't look much like the photo

On the inside
I said everyone's lost
And you said yeah but nobody really cares
Run the numbers
And learn to be smart
Now the world is turned upside down

[Chorus]

Image by Cash Macanaya unsplash.com/@cashmacanaya

bandcamp

Lost In Transit  (with Wheelwright)(Fictive Sisters)

Not much time at the moment, 
so if you've never heard it and to (maybe) keep the SC mOag page going
I thought I'd 'recharge' this one from
https://soundcloud.com/the-acoustic-grill.

It's an LB GooDsoN song,
you can hear it in it’s original form here :
https://soundcloud.com/lb-goodson/casanova-by-lb-goodson

I love LB’s simple, expressive lyrics,
his killah melodies and kickass rock’n’roll...
He was kind enough to lend me a hand on this cover
with backing vocals and harmonica.

Thank you very much Leroy Buddy GooDson !!..

Whenever you think you might be dead
Whenever you think you might be dreaming
Whenever you think you're losing control of it all.

See you soon on the moon
See you soon on the moon

Go casanova go !

Whenever you think you might be dead
Whenever you feel just like a fool
Whenever you feel like surfing on a wave goodbye.

See you soon on the moon
See you soon on the moon

Don't need a rocket to get through the universe
Don't need a ticket for a ride into the skies
Just wanna hear the sound of time
Don't need a rocket to get through the universe.

Go casanova go !

LB GooDsoN w/mOag- CasanOva

At some point, a long time ago, I gave up on creating a "new" musical language. It was still possible, in the late nineteen eighties and early nineties when I came of age, for me to see music as a linear progression. In my early twenties I would compose pieces that I thought of as new jazz. Of course they weren't. Just very individual songs in older styles with some ideas for other styles. A dash of Duke Ellington arraignment, a snippet of Monk perhaps a teaspoon of Syd Barrett mixed with some rock and roll harmony. Eventually, after a long pause in playing at all, I came to make music, I see as, more in line with the pop artists like Warhol and, especially Lichtenstein. My own musical ideas are still there but slyly inserted into pieces that are consciously, imprecisely, modeled on other works or styles. Anyway I went to see the new version of West Side Story with my wife the other day. The original show made right before that "pop" era. It was so sincere. No irony with an honest attempt to bring musical theater "forward". I so enjoyed it even if it's a bit middle brow Americana. I'm writing this description in hopes of being equally sincere. The melody borrows a bit of "Somewhere" as a tip of the hat. I hope. My big musical ideas, besides that, are as follows. The key may sound a bit vague at times but floats between B major, E major and A major so that classic one four five, if somewhat buried. the time signature changes a few times, briefly, and syncopates when it doesn't. There's the Syd Barrett influence for those keeping score. There's also some willful changes from major to minor in the harmony that are classic rock ideas. Even if, in this context, they eventually become key changes. Well that's enough sincerity. Oh except for the photo. It's Miss Place. My wife maiden name and me back when I would have written something like this. ;)

Miss Place

kinda came over a bit Elvish...
maybe it's more 'heaetbreak air bnb'...
but I am really proud of this song

heartbreak hostel.mp3

Listen to the ennui of a directionless 45 year old, unsure of what to do next! Can you relate? Can you offer any advice? Sounds 'fun' eh? x

Podcast #014 - Now What?!

Look Homeward Angel

Rowan, Ash, Elder

Out Of Your Mind is a bluesy rock song with attitude.

Out Of Your Mind

The Sham Rock sessions were something a little different for The Sturmeys. Recorded in a proper studio with Mike Vaughan on Drums and Glen Jevon on bass. They recorded it old style all playing together and then over dubbed later.

Why not enjoy the video here - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lt1uUzMeST8&t=29s

https://soundcloud.com/mikevaughanmusic

Sunday morning slips from her lover's bedroom
What in the world could possibly harm her?
Ten o'clock she's sitting in the front pew
Praying that's there's no such thing as Karma

Monday morning makes her husband's breakfast
Woke up early in the marital bed
He'll never know she changed what she believes in
Started having marmite on her bread

Run with scissors you'll get hurt
Play with matches, you'll get burnt
Until the lesson's earned
The lesson's never learned

Tuesday teatime fries a pair of kippers
But who's that in her husband's chair?
Open window lets the neighbours know now
There's something fishy happening there.

Thursday night who's bringing home the bacon?
Said that he was poppin to the shops
Friday morning feeling kind of empty
Funny when the penny starts to drop.

Running With Scissors

'Wry Genius' -Mojo Magazine

Congratulations, you have stumbled across The Sturmey Archers time capsule that has lain buried beneath the Soundcloud sunken garden since the beginning of the 21st century. No doubt you are reading this from a future where music has become just that stuff in the background of funny video clips of dogs and babies. But historians amongst you will probably of heard of a time when music actually meant something to people. 

In the second decade of the 21st century a law was passed that decreed that all lyrics to songs should be about 'this night being the one' and stuff about 'putting your hands in the air'. These were strange times when songs about unique thoughts that sprung into individual's minds were considered retro, but musicians that copied German bands from thirty years previously were thought to still be original.

It was in the context of these times that small groups of renegade songwriters decided to carry on with the virtues of rock and pop's golden age and actually write songs about things, thoughts, feelings and other stuff. These were sometimes profound and and sometimes silly, but the words meant something, the music was playful and adventurous, and the tunes could be whistled by milkmen if they ever got the chance to hear them. They were on a mission to be at the very least, mildly entertaining.

Eminent musicologists of the time scoured the planet to find examples of this music that wasn't rubbish so they could bury it for future generations to enjoy. You now, the lucky archaeologist and future pop picker, have in your grasp the key to a world of wry world play, mad thoughts and old fashioned chord progressions. N.B. If Apes have taken over the planet, sorry for all the trouble we've caused.