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After playing in far too many funk-hip-hop-indie bands Jonathan Morton decided to quit them all and focus on recording and creating his own music. The songs stumble a little and do not like to follow their own instincs. He tries to let everything from Ligeti to Matmos to Howe Gelb find some sort of foothold.

He began playing music aged 5 when his mother taught him some basic piano, then came the French Horn and tours of Norway and Europe in Wind Quintets and orchestras, then he discovered the bass guitar and the joys of the indie band.

He moved from band to band, frustrated by the lack of creative ambition or the limitations of style....

Then he bought a digital 8-track and began making things in his bedroom when the neighbours were out...

This is what came out...The 10 tracks here are from his work-in-progress album 'Threadsuns' and are all free to download and share...More will be uploaded soon.

He is also a photographer and writer with some poetry in a number of magazines, reviews scattered around and contributions in '1001 books to read before you die'...

You can contact him at jmorton8@gmail.com

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Matmos and Cornelius at The Royal Festival Hall, London July 1st 2007 Jul 2

A gig of such brilliance I am almost at a loss for words...

Joanna Newsom Jun 5

Joanna Newsom and her album 'Ys' have been my most stunning discovery of the year...I have totally fallen in love with both her lyrical brilliance and her uniquely shattering voice. And I wish I had learnt to play the harp as a kid instead of the French Horn ;-)

Some Poety

Estuary

It reaches, a grey
arm that rejects the bay,
leans out from beaches
grown over with the knotted
coil of sedge and marram, while
cold fingers dredge the river's depths
and come up empty.

On slate steps a couple stand
as the sky perfects its
sleight-of-hand trick to turn
the crack of light and sea
into another memory.

Through them the weight of wind
banishes thoughts of each
disciplined, bungalow-spent
day, their bodies grow
straighter as the waves recede. 

And there,
at the place where salt
succeeds in slipping 
to the shore and
leaves its trace written
in white and grit, there 
they stare at every tide-turned page
lying darker than the one before,
and blurring as they read. 

The image bites through 
a barren screen, is 

seen only by expression, by
a binary gift
laid out in perpetual 
birth.

There is blood,
earth,

 a childish hand.

The rifle points out
of frame, is leading

many others. Between us
is porous but breathes 
only one way, it

speaks its own deafness. 

I am reaching somewhere
behind, I bring you 
nearer, but
still un-wakeable, it

is always 
no better. 

My library

A scene from 'Mirror' by Tarkovsky

One of my favourite scenes from the most beautiful and astonishing film ever made: 'Mirror' by Andrei Tarkovsky. This film literally change my view of art and life. Such mastery of film and the elements...Fire, Air, Water and Earth all together in one extraordinary shot..

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