Today I was not here

...you are all listening but you are not hearing what I have to say.

DELIA DERBYSHIRE: On Our Wavelength

This might be my last post but i want to include the things i've read and this is one of them.

DELIA DERBYSHIRE: On Our Wavelength
This article was originally published in Boazine 7.
Text: John Cavanagh
TV themes are so evocative - a couple of bars of Trumpton, Wonder Woman, The Prisoner, The Herbs, Randall & Hopkirk (deceased) or whatever and you're transported to another place. Maybe the most famous one of all is the eerie wail which told millions that the Tardis was off again: the Doctor Who theme. Way back in 1963 the producer of this new pilot series wanted a piece of music which sounded like the French group Le Structure Sonore who played music on resonating glass rods. They couldn't afford to use them for a series which might not run for a few weeks anyway, so they called on Delia Derbyshire of the BBC's Radiophonic Workshop who took Ron Grainer's tune and created the Doctor who theme as we know it using a dozen valve oscillators which were never designed for any kind of musical application. For once, cutting corners produced a classic and more than 35 years on Delia appeared at a recent Doctor Who convention and spent over three hours signing autographs for enthusiastic fans. Aside from this theme, little is known about Delia... you'll see her name-checked by Sonic Boom and soon - thanks to Drew Mulholland of the Mount Vernon Arts Lab - you'll be able to hear her music on cd for the first time. Derbyshire's sounds are amongst the greatest discoveries we've made: timeless and unique. We think people need to know more about her, so I spoke to Delia on the 'phone for Boa and started out by saying that she had an open mind to sound of all sorts...

DELIA: Oh my goodness! That's brilliant that you said that! I was trying to analyse myself and I've got an open attitude to sound. Golly! We are on the same wavelength! I came from - what they'd like to call themselves - an upper working class Catholic background in Coventry. I was there in the blitz and it's come to me, relatively recently, that my love for abstract sounds [came from] the air-raid sirens: that's a sound you hear and you don't know the source of as a young child... then the sound of the "all clear" - that was electronic music. I mentioned the Catholic bit: I was taken to benediction as a child and it was all in Latin -plain song hymns in an abstract language. After the worst blitz I was shifted to Preston, where my parents came from. It's only today that I've realised that the sound of clogs on cobbles must have been such a big influence on me - that percussive sound of al the mill workers going to work at six o'clock in the morning.

Delia was a very bright child. By the time she was four, she was teaching other children to read. The radio was the most important thing in her life as primary school couldn't really bring her much information. She started learning piano at eight and a half then got a scholarship to a grammar school which didn't approve of her out-of-school music studies. Her father wanted her to learn 'cello, but the school said they had enough cellists and put her to the violin:

DELIA: I hated the bloody violin! You haven't actually seen me, but I'm pretty big, very tall and my arms outspread are longer than a guardsman's! Me on this little violin - I was never happy and so after I was at the BBC I had an urge to take up double bass. I had lessons from the double bass principle at Covent Garden. After quite a few lessons he said "you'd be a very good asset to a ladies orchestra"!! (Delia's voice rises to a cadence at this point at the old guy's nerve!). Directors who came to see me work used to say "you must be an ardent feminist" - I think I was a post - feminist before feminism was invented!

JOHN: I think an individualist is more accurate really.

DELIA: Golly, I realised that... people that are just interested in self promotion and money are not my thing... you should see my last birthday card, a lovely one from America, with a whole shoal of fishes in silhouette with their mouths turned down and one fish swimming the other way with a smile on its face and printed on the card was "to an independent thinker". (much laughter) I think that sums me up; I did rebel. I did a lot of things I was told not to do.

The BBC started the Radiophonic workshop in 1958. The idea was to have a department providing, at low cost, theme and incidental music plus sound effects for radio & t.v. series. Today some of this stuff sounds quaint and dated but Delia's work stands out thanks to her ultimate resource - a limitless imagination. When Ron Grainer wrote the melody for the Doctor Who theme, he supplied only abstract direction.

DELIA: On the score he'd written "sweeps", "swoops"... beautiful words... "wind cloud", "wind bubble"... so I got to work and put it together and when Ron heard the results.. oh he was tickled pink!

This theme alone should have given Delia legendary status, but within the BBC much of her music was rejected. One theme was considered too lascivious, a schools theme was too complex for the target age etc. Outside the BBC Delia was in demand, scoring music for films, fashion shows even commercials (much to the chagrin of the Corporation!).

Barry Miles' Paul McCartney biography says that Delia was approached by Paul to arrange a backing track for "Yesterday".

DELIA: He never came to the workshop. I always did work outside and he came to (Peter) Zinovieff's studio and I played him some of my stuff - that's all... but it was the phrase length he was interested in. I've always been non-conformist: I don't like the 8 bar or the 12 bar standard thing. They're all beautiful in their own way, but why not explore different phrase lengths? (Paul) never came to the workshop... Brian Jones did - golly! There we were with our hand tuned oscillators and he went into it with his frilly cuffs and things as though he could play it as a musical instrument! He died very young and I cried buckets. Pink Floyd (came to the workshop) and I took them down to Zinovieff's place.

JOHN: was Syd Barrett still in the band?

DELIA: How do you expect me to know?... I paid for the bloody taxi for all these people!

Derbyshire left the BBC in 1972.

DELIA: Something serious happened around '72, '73, '74: the world went out of tune with itself and the BBC went out of tune with itself... I think, probably, when they had an accountant as director general. I didn't like the music business.

JOHN: What actually happened after you left the BBC?

DELIA: Crazy, crazy, crazy! I was the best radio operator Laing Pipelines ever had! I answered a job in the paper for a French speaking radio operator. I just had to sleep - everything was out of tune, so I went to the north of Cumbria. It was twelve miles south of the border. I had a lovely house built from stones from Hadrian's Wall. I was in charge of three transmitters in a disused quarry. I did not want to get involved in a big organisation again. I'd fled the BBC and I thought - oh, Laing's... a local family firm! Then I found this huge consortium between Laing's and these two French companies.

Aside from the Doctor Who theme, Delia Derbyshire's music is not widely available. There are several tracks on a 1968 BBC lp known to collectors as the pink album. Among these are pieces written for t.v. dramas... Ziw-zih Ziw-zih Oo Oo - one of the most remarkable sounds I've ever heard with backwards chanting for th egod of an ancient civilisation... the incredible atmosphere of Blue Veils and Golden Sands evoking a hazy sun and a tribe travelling across a desert wilderness... and these still sound more radical and sonically unfathomable (how did she do it?!) than so much of today's "cutting edge". Now Delia is being discovered and, 30 years on, time seems to be catching up with her ideas. She's fired up, wanting to create new music and experiment with '90's technology... can't wait to hear the results! When I spoke to her I'd heard she was suffering from breast cancer and I didn't want to bring the subject up... but she did. Delia just said that she was not terminally ill and she wasn't sure how this rumour had got around - nor did she have a problem talking about it; she had been on Radio Four's Woman's Hour doing just that the previous week!.

DELIA: I've got a funny you can throw in. You can say that when you 'phoned me I was just back from the Doctor Who convention and before that I'd been having it off in the Derbyshire peak district!! (much laughter) Do you like that? ... oh I'm SO PLEASED!! I'm glad we built up to something!

Delia Derbyshire - the music is unique and, as they say, out of this world - the personality is inspiring. Yup... when Delia makes the scene, the scene is made!!

Many thanks to John Cavanagh and Gayle Brogan for allowing reproduction of the interview.

Bernhard Gal

As I have included him in my sketchbook I thought I had better add a link to his page...although I have to say his websites not great!

http://www.bernhardgal.com/sounds.html#cds

The Jewish Museum in Berlin

I'm going to put a link in, in reference to something I wrote about in my sketchbook about this museum.

http://www.jmberlin.de/main/EN/04-About-The-Museum/00-about-the-museum.php

An end to my narrative thingammy.

Hearing the young trolls snores the older troll returned to the camp. He made almost no noise, which for any troll, let alone a troll of his size, is very impressive. He looked around at his fellow travellers; the ginger cat looked even bigger - his fur now all puffed out, the ground vibrated from his deep purring and he was swaying lazily from side to side. The elf was curled into the trunk of a tree with the dwarf at his feet and the Knights chin was on his chest. As the troll's gaze fell on the wolves they flipper their tails, thumping the ground in happy wags. Raising his eyebrows he turned to Leila, who was calmly stoking the fire.

"My friends have been unable to sleep for days! How can I possibly repay you?"

Leila merely shook her head.The troll sighed, he should have known. She was renowned for never excepting thanks for her stories. Suddenly remembering her famous thirst for adventure, he opened his mouth to ask her to join their group when without warning a tremendous crashing and clattering sound came from the undergrowth around the clearing and the Klatchian army burst into the circle of fire-light!

 Just as abruptly, everything went dark!

Paul Driessen and...

I know I've posted stuff by him before and I think I've written about him in both my sketchbooks now! But this ones really funny and completely reminds me of a friend of mine!

And while I was looking for more of his stuff I found this, it's brilliant. And you don't quite get why until you reach the twist!

Another one I forgot

I've seen two scenes from Alice now and I hate them both, waaaay to creepy for me! Praise to Svankmajer for the sound effects (and I suppose visuals) but I don't want to watch anymore, thank you!

Things I've written about but forgot to put the videos up for.

Tim Hope's - The Wolfman

Dylan Kendle - Showreel

Trainspotting title sequene

A story within a story. - an introduction to me short story thingamy.

Leila is a wandering nomad, half elf, half ........, means she has the wisdom of many years behind her. She is a legendary storyteller, indeed it is said that her stories are so good that they appear to come alive and that whole armies have stopped in they're tracks, mesmerized by her tales. Rumor says that her fables are actually real and they come from far off lands she has visited.

One night, in the lands where Leila roamed...

Thunder rolled overhead and lightening crackled like static in the night air, over the northern ridges of the  ........ Forest. it was the middle of the 3rd Klatchian War and although this forest land was said to be full of hidden dangers and home to mysterious creatures, Leila could be found calmly picking her way through the dense undergrowth. She wasn't even startled when a huge pair of amber eyes materialized from the darkness. 

The troll, who the eyes belonged to said in a stone crumbling voice: 'Who goes there?'

'It is I, Leila, wandering Nomad of all the Lands'

With her words the troll withdrew and let her pass into a clearing, where an unusual band of travelers sat. There were two wizened looking old men (who could indeed be wizards), a young troll (a very rare sight indeed - you never see young trolls), a giant ginger cat, a knight (in not so shiny armour), three wolves, an elf and a dwarf. All of them looked disheveled, knackered and miserable. Drained from their various battles against king .......'s forces.

When Leila was introduced to them all, the young troll and the giant cat's eyes lit up! And they set up a clamoring for one of her extraordinary tales. 

And so smiling she settled herself on a patch of ground beside the fire and looking into the eager face of the young troll and began her tale...