A Talented Mouse

In the post below, there is a video from a band called Tinyfish (and I promise the next one of these I write will be nothing to do with Tinyfish, or music). It features a young gentleman who goes by the name of Mouse.

Mouse is a rarity in these circles, being young (like REALLY young) and into his Prog. Mouse is a student, studying Music Production etc, and has a musical mind as open and rapacious as any I have met.

I like Mouse; I have met him many times and I enjoy speaking to him about music and his studying and what he's leading up to. He is enthusiastic and open minded and willing to listen to anyone, including old timers like me,  who might point him to new stuff (or indeed, old stuff) or the stories that lay behind the music, gigs that we have attended,  or just to chinwag about "rawk" in all its forms.

I am also sneakily jealous of Mouse, because he's doing what I always wanted to do. And even if I had, I would STILL be jealous because of the range of tools and techniques and t'Internet and all he has at his disposal today.

Mouse doesn't have a lot of money, being a student, but he does have a lot of time, for the same reason. When he's not studying (and, actually, when he is), he inhabits various band fora, and writes a blog, to which there is a link on the RHS of this one. .

And it is to this , Dear Reader, that I draw your attention. Whilst I know that our Mouse was doing this stuff, I didn't really know how good he actually was. Rather marvellously, through the power of the internet, he has posted a treatment of a Tinyfish (you knew it would get round to them again eventually) tune and put it up on a site called Bandcamp.

Even rather more marvelously, it's really rather fucking good. He clearly has a good ear and a lovely taste in symphonic arrangement that, it seems to me, belies his tender years. A career in movie soundtracks awaits, I think.

And here it is, for your delectation.



PS - I've been asked to point out that, apropos my last blog and the £50 bet on the winner of the election, that I jibbed on actually coughing up the cash.
PPS - On the subject of coughing up, one has been labouring with a chest infection for a couple of weeks. Unpleasant, but it has had the the silver lining of meaning I've kicked the fags... again...

Until next time then, cheerio and "C'mon England !"