BAG LUNCH SESSIONS
A series of short sampler routines with Buddy Peace handling sampler duties and Andy Baker taking care of the visuals.
Episode 2 takes us to Arnold Circus (London E2), for a live one-take sampler session on the empty (haunted?) bandstand. We chose a day when London's tree surgeons were at their most productive, hence the grinding saw cacophony behind me. At one point a chainsaw was being dangled from the tree by what looked like a piece of string- at the point we stopped filming no-one had been injured but I'm pretty sure these stats have changed by now. Tree surgery is ridiculous right now (I imagine RZA saying that last sentence like in Coffee & Cigarettes).
Episode 3 was filmed in what I would call a disused (and of course, haunted) caged football pitch but what is in reality just a communal urban playing ground. See, doesn't have the same ring does it? Anyhow, this is a piece of a set I used to do on the MPC1000, just slightly sped up and basically focused on this piece specifically. I just thought it'd be a nice thing to re-do and re-package as a Bag Lunch Session!
Episode 4! Engine, engine, number nine... On the East London transit line... I'll cut that short I think. In episode 4, Bag Lunch Sessions takes you on a brief train ride through town on the London Overground line. This is an intro for live sets that I've been messing with for a little while now. I haven't recorded it properly before so I thought it'd be a nice thing to release as a part of this series. With Andy Baker handling business on the camera control as usual, and my blood-soaked bear-hunting hand warmers in full effect (it was a cold December morning), this is my speed metal MPC freakout offering for you.
Episode 5 right here... I was trying to work out what the opposite of 'brunch' was- I have no idea. Anyway, that's kinda what this one is. Not quite brunch, not quite lunch, more of a lil' buffet before a full dinner spread. All this food talk is making me hungry. Anyway, in the usual fashion this one was directed and produced by my man, my mellow, mr Andy Baker, and filmed on a rooftop in a miracle sunset. I was fighting off a hefty bout of 'customer flu' (or Mucus Consumerum Publicus as I think they didn't call it in Latin), but we caught a sweet spot of twilight (do I have to say "no R-Pattz" again? because I will...) in the menacing cold weather and while I have a slippery drum roll in one occasion, I let it play out til the end because the sunset was so beautiful. Seemed a shame to waste it. And it all ended up alright too, so I'm good with that.