#secrets-song

#secrets-song

Now it's become very popular in the Taylor Swift way of pop singers writing about all of their publicly aired break-ups, which I don't find interesting at all. I think it's a little bit boring for me to write about myself. Even if I've had a really interesting day, I feel like I've already lived that, I don't need to go through it every time I sing this song.

"Yeah, I don't know about that... reverence for fist-f**king?," amusingly referencing "Stinkfist" from Tool's 1996 album Ænima, eliciting raucous laughter from Steve-O and his co-host Skinny Vinny.

But at the same time, there's a very deep sense that love is something that we do, and it is the product of our agency, both with respect to fostering a loving relationship, but also seeing and attending to another person, which is something that we do and not just something that happens to us. In many ways, the song is about that.

I've just given a keynote presentation at Lines of Flight: Improvisation, Hope and Refuge, a conference hosted by the International Institute for Critical Studies in Improvisation. I'd been invited to talk about my performance research with D&aacutelava, a cross-genre project that is influenced by animist, Slavic cosmology and a land-based folk song tradition that has been in my family for generations.

A magazine sent me to the ATP festival at Pontins in Camber Sands to interview the Beastie Boys of noise, Wolf Eyes. The interview fell to pieces when the band, in a state of great psychic refreshment, all wearing Manowar T-shirts, refused to stop watching a Manowar DVD and signalled they would only answer questions if they related to Manowar. The rest of the day was exemplary one of the best ever walking on the beach, visiting record shops.