The CableWrites column dives deep into the grandiosity of one of the modern era's great jazz records.
Listening to ‘The Epic’ by Kamasi Washington
Author: Cable Writes
forty-thousand in a field
"The music was good, but I think the real headliner was the fact the festival was happening at all. Everyone just seemed so buzzed to be back."
this is not a column
Longtime scribe and Riffs & Rhymes columnist Oliver Cable shares his latest dispatch from a near post-pandemic London in a special "letter to" our editor.
Q&A: Kipper Gillespie – No Sunshine
The London up and comer sheds light on his new single and creative process.
Where have all the angry bands gone?
Ironic memes are the new anger.
i know i’ve written about this before but
Guitar riffs, drum fills, beer cans opening: life started again here. These were the sounds of liberation.
climbing back
Socially-distanced live music is slowly appearing in certain corners of the world. In a new column, Oliver Cable writes of the fleeting feeling we've missed since early March.
Lights Out, Guerilla Radio!
Other people were the tastemakers for the first five or so years of my awareness of music. Tony Hawk’s Pro Skater 2 changed all that.
roller coaster
Each person who enters through the doors keeps the fear of failure at bay for another five minutes, and if you can do that enough, it starts to feels like a success. Yet those who come out saying: “I was really blown away" – those are the people I should be counting.
ENGINE Details Their New Psychedelic, Dance Floor-Ready Single “Solitary Moods”
The new single from the Leeds-based electronic outfit arrives next Friday.
idols
I was too young to see my favourite band when they were my favourite band. I look back with fondness on that youthful obsession, but will I ever be that invested in a band again?
Three words, three albums.
Their music will do far more than my words ever will.
Ten seconds of song
Thanks to the advent of Zoom pub quizzes, I hear most of my music nowadays in ten-second snippets, tiny baited hooks for the fish who work in my brain’s sound archives.
On festivals
This week, writing a music column is an unwelcome reminder of things I enjoyed doing before the world went into lockdown. And yet, people are finding ingenious ways of getting by.
Little Shrine’s Jade Shipman on Creativity During Social Distancing, Songwriting Process and Her Band’s New Album
Little Shrine's debut album arrives this Friday. Read about their new record and more in our chat with lead songwriter and bassist Jade Shipman.
driftwood
On Thursday 12th March, Cat Empire played at Shepherd’s Bush Empire in London. I didn’t know it at the time, but it was to be my last gig before live events were dropped from social calendars en masse. There’s nothing quite like the sound of an excited crowd, and waiting for the show to start, certain words and phrases rose to the surface like driftwood at the foot of a waterfall.
Land Yacht Regatta – Courtyard Theatre (10 March)
“An ice-cream wept on the steps of the church.”
the gap
Head hunched over desk, hand cramping, my pen decides where it’ll go next. I start writing with no direction and build a map as I go. I’ll know when I’ve got to where I need to be, if I’m lucky, but not how I’ve got there.
the thing after the thing
There’s nothing to see, just like there wasn’t really much to see when the band were playing, or when the poet was performing. But there is something. Perhaps if we had other senses we wouldn’t dismiss all that is unquantifiable.
in celebration of silence
It takes an artist not to play every note.
Radiohead in Lisbon
We dipped into the archives for the latest installment of CableWrites. Relive the magical experience of Radiohead live in Portugal, just a few years ago.
back home
The festival shortlists were out. None came out a clear winner: not the right music, poor headliners, no acts announced yet. None, that was, until we looked in our back garden. We were going back to Pinkpop.
ode to vinyl
An endearing ode to the physical LP and all that it stands for.
the pianist
His sand-timer coffee cup looks nearly empty. I watch him tilt his head way back to drink it as he plays notes one-handed, not even looking at the keys. The sound which emanates seems to fill the air, coming not from any particular place but echoing from all around me.
why we no longer dream
Oliver Cable is a writer, poet and organiser of London-based live music and spoken word nights called Nowhere Nights. Now, he's spilling his thoughts onto the pages of this website in a new creative writing column, "CableWrites."
Experience intimate adventure inside London’s jazz bars, music clubs and more through our new column, “CableWrites”
Writer, poet and live music devotee Oliver Cable lives a life submerged in the sounds of London and its vibrant musical culture. He writes because he can't find a way not to. Now, he's spilling his thoughts onto the pages of this website.
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