a bedtime story???? Probably not... but the music is....
I originally titled
this page as "History", and some readers might have preferred I kept
it that way....... until they actually listened....
But when I thought about it, I realised
the history of Davina Records and how it came about and what happens
to a project like this and to the composer in the process would make a good
yarn and it is really such an unusual tale that should be told. I could be forgiven for not being sure where to start, what to say or not say. "History"
is probably not really the right word for it.... more like
So I guess I
thought this page could be just a blurb on how the music got started
and how it happened to arrive where it is today - perhaps in short
periodic notes and sometimes an extended chat about relevant things.
When I heard about Weblogs,
and checked around how they are done I felt ok about just telling
it like it is... or was. As I am such a
chatter-box, I'll probably open up in ways few do and the rave might
unfold as a kind of autobiography. I've been told I've had a very unusual life,
met interesting people and done interesting things and
probably survived it better than most, so I suppose it might be good
to "get it out there".
It's a tough
call to collect together one's thoughts on the past as it requires a re-hash in
one's mind of the "lows" as well as the "highs". That can be a bit heady. But maybe whatever I write will be an
inspiration to someone who has, or is going along a similar path. I
don't think it will be a fast read. It will probably unwind...
and reveal things that might affect you though... and I am sorry
if you laugh , or if you cry... better out than in they say... I
am sure you will feel something.
can carry on then....
This page has been
hard to attend so far. I have not been too sure what I should or should not write and it has been
a bit difficult to start on it. "What would anyone want to know?" I thought
"other than listening to the music and
feeling what I'd
most like them to think I was all about
anyway?" The music is what started this and it sure looks like
it is going to go off in all directions. That's what life does
to people born like me.
So I will try to
keep strange tales in their place and music in the place it
should go too. What I will eventually do is write from the present forward and have
a second track from the present going back in time. The "past" stopping
point, I cannot promise, may be my birth in this lifetime. If there
is more... disregarding the steak-knives, it will probably be
released after I have left for the next world for various reasons...
if you get my drift... If there is nothing about that... you will
not have to read about it and that will save time for some more
reading - and feeling - and contemplating.
One likes to think of promotion as a positive thing, and I guess
there is a lot to promote about, but I have never been good at
blowing my own trumpet - and I am talking about my music mainly, so I hoped that those who liked the
music might make some comments... hopefully... "promotional"
comments for me and save me the problem of talking when
listening is the best thing to do. But in 10 years, "promotional
comments" have not happened more
than a few of times. The Guestbook
idea was the original way of offering that opportunity. Certainly I have had some very
nice posts, but I have found it is amazing how many ways a guestbook can be abused
and few reveal they are interested in something outside
themselves in such a place.
Of course my music
is not everyone's "cup of tea" and I am sure there are those who would just
like to dismiss or demote what I do, but I feel there are more who have said very, very nice things
about what I have done and some even encourage me to keep going.
It is true that the
sales have not been good for a long time now, but that is more to do with the fact that I
have not pushed for sales as I have been too busy with serious
distractions that I may mention here and there - if I think my
readers might have the stomach for it.
But mainly, I have not had "manufactured" CDs
(Replication Stock) available for a long time. The minimum run around
here for "manufacturing" is 500 units. Since the first two
batches (in which the first was a fiasco and was trashed,) I
simply haven't had the funds to get another batch made -
especially as 4 more CDs appeared very suddenly as a result of a
health scare, and since that time my hair has turned white and
time has marched on and I am still editing these first 5 and
wondering if I will have the time and opportunity to publish the
next 50 CDs or so.
I have Duplication
Stock which have been done on the home-studio computers, but I think the market prefers
the factory made product more. Some customers have been quite happy with the Duplication CDs
and they play as well as the other, but there-in lies a liability...
As I am
now looking at a
world wide distribution, as is the way of things these days due to the existence of the Internet, it might be a signal for
backyard albeit "pirate operations" to go ahead with a massive Replication
or Duplication project that has nothing to do with me... Probably good
for exposure, but not helping pay any of my bills. Of course
if they did it and forwarded a share to me I might see things
fantasies and apprehensions later.... I am spending most of my efforts in improving the
web-pages I am associated with, and as the troubles that have rocked my world for so many
years seem to be taking a bit of a back seat, I am trying to put my attention back on the music
in between these moments. But I cannot make any promises to
myself in reality.
"stay tuned" and we'll see what
happens next... :)
have declared that I will make some improvements to my health. I think the
body was looking a
little better here at the end of 2006... thanks to the photographic style
recently found brother,
who appeared in my life with his wife Jill and their
children, Charis and Stephen.
But the photo page hints at the real
story.... Yes. I am an alien....
Can you see my
invisible space-suite? ....... No. That's my shirt collar.
No ..... No. That
is my white hair with hidden pony tail......
NO NO! That is the edge of the photo...
And don't ask me if that is my spaceship behind me. It is not an ancient Indian
Vimana. It is called a
It's actually a fence in case you were worried.
Moving along now....