Charles Connolly

  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: What I Told My Boss – June Holland

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: What I Told My Boss – June Holland

    Welcome all to ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ, a series of weekly reviews by Charles Connolly – an artist in his own right. Here, Charles delves into the greatest brand new singles brought to you by the best unsigned artists on our electrifying and eclectic set of ๐™‰๐™š๐™ฌ ๐˜ผ๐™ง๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™Ž๐™ฅ๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™ก๐™ž๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ playlists.


    ๐™’๐™๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™„ ๐™๐™ค๐™ก๐™™ ๐™ˆ๐™ฎ ๐˜ฝ๐™ค๐™จ๐™จ – ๐™…๐™ช๐™ฃ๐™š ๐™ƒ๐™ค๐™ก๐™ก๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™


    Charles is talking about quittingโ€ฆ


    A jobโ€™s a job. How many times have we heard that? Itโ€™s both optimistic and pessimistic, but ultimately saying a whole load of nothing. A job. We all have one; or most of us anyway. Some of you un/lucky ones are retired. Some of you are still students. But the majority is kept busy most of the time in a means of making money, in order to live. Seems simple enough. Some are content in their work, or simply donโ€™t mind it; a jobโ€™s a job. I am one of the lucky ones (I imagine a rarity) in being able to earn my living from doing what I am best at, and doing what I love. Producing and mixing music. This doesnโ€™t mean I donโ€™t work hard; I just donโ€™t resent it. Each and every project is to me a worthwhile endeavour. Of course, I could do with a few more clients (preferably of the disgustingly rich variety), but things are fine, and my life is generally not a bad one. Still though: โ€œCome to me, my pretties!โ€ Go on. Iโ€™ll make you shine. And no, I am not also a part-time window cleaner. And you – to be fair – are not a window. But I feel I can still see through most of you. Youโ€™re unhappy in your work, arenโ€™t you. You can tell me. I wonโ€™t let on. Pour yourself into Uncle Charlieโ€™s ears. Let it all out. Most of you accept it and get on with it. But given the chance youโ€™d flee the scene if there werenโ€™t a camera by the exit door and a great sense of guilt in doing so. Your feeling of elation and freedom would last a matter of minutes before you come to your senses and realise that you still need to put food on the table. And your partner might not feel the same elation: โ€œYouโ€™ve done WHAT?? That is the most selfish unthought-out thing youโ€™ve ever done! Go back there right now and grovel to Mr. Potato Head for your job back, and pray that he lets you off lightly. If he has you back at all. I wouldnโ€™t if I were himโ€ – yes, these fictitious lovers fondly call the boss, Mr. Potato Head.


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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Youโ€™re Not Ok (feat. Ryan Ronksley) – Patrick Laurin

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Youโ€™re Not Ok (feat. Ryan Ronksley) – Patrick Laurin

    Welcome all to ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ, a series of weekly reviews by Charles Connolly – an artist in his own right. Here, Charles delves into the greatest brand new singles brought to you by the best unsigned artists on our electrifying and eclectic set of ๐™‰๐™š๐™ฌ ๐˜ผ๐™ง๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™Ž๐™ฅ๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™ก๐™ž๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ playlists.


    ๐™”๐™ค๐™ชโ€™๐™ง๐™š ๐™‰๐™ค๐™ฉ ๐™Š๐™  (๐™›๐™š๐™–๐™ฉ. ๐™๐™ฎ๐™–๐™ฃ ๐™๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™ ๐™จ๐™ก๐™š๐™ฎ) – ๐™‹๐™–๐™ฉ๐™ง๐™ž๐™˜๐™  ๐™‡๐™–๐™ช๐™ง๐™ž๐™ฃ


    Charles is getting on with itโ€ฆ


    What is comfort? Is it cushions and ice cream? Or how about an evening with the lads? Maybe itโ€™s an idyllic day in the countryside? Could it be that you just like to sit secluded in your car, listening to the best of The Carpenters? Well, comfort can be all these things and more. But there is one thing these all have in common, They are short-lived. Itโ€™s not a way of life. You know when someone asks โ€œHow are you?โ€, โ€œHowโ€™s it going?โ€, โ€œHowโ€™s life?โ€, โ€œHowโ€™s it hanging?โ€, โ€œYou all right?โ€, โ€œWhatโ€™s happening (man)?โ€, โ€œYou good?โ€, or โ€œWhat a gwan?โ€? You habitually and automatically reply something along the lines of Fine, Good, Okay, All right, Alright, Canโ€™t complain, Not too bad, Could be worse, Surviving, You know how it is, Muddling through, Mustnโ€™t grumble, Getting on with it, and so forth. On the surface, these are all pretty positive replies. But the underlying feeling is stagnancy or worse. Iโ€™ve always wondered about the expression โ€œNot too badโ€. Itโ€™s meant to be positive, but if you think about it, itโ€™s overwhelmingly negative. โ€œThings are bad, but not TOO badโ€โ€ฆ! Anyway. To be fair, one main reason for an answer like this, is to cut things short and be modest. After all, they only asked out of politeness. They didnโ€™t want a genuine reply! The French have it perfectly: โ€œร‡a va?โ€ – โ€œOui, รงa va?โ€ – โ€œAlorsโ€. Thatโ€™s โ€œHow are you?โ€ – โ€œYes, how are you?โ€ – โ€œSoโ€. They donโ€™t even bother to answer the question, Itโ€™s just a case of getting through the mandatory chit-chat as quickly and efficiently as possible.


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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: We Need To Talk – Wilko Wilkes

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: We Need To Talk – Wilko Wilkes

    Welcome all to ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ, a series of weekly reviews by Charles Connolly – an artist in his own right. Here, Charles delves into the greatest brand new singles brought to you by the best unsigned artists on our electrifying and eclectic set of ๐™‰๐™š๐™ฌ ๐˜ผ๐™ง๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™Ž๐™ฅ๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™ก๐™ž๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ playlists.


    ๐™’๐™š ๐™‰๐™š๐™š๐™™ ๐™๐™ค ๐™๐™–๐™ก๐™  – ๐™’๐™ž๐™ก๐™ ๐™ค ๐™’๐™ž๐™ก๐™ ๐™š๐™จ


    Charles wishes to speakโ€ฆ


    I used to be completely invisible. Not literally of course, as that would be impossible, not to mention quite cool. But there used to be very few people on this planet who had heard of me. In the old days, our goal was not the world. That was only for billionaire power junkies and Bond villains. We knew only a handful of people, and only a handful of people knew us. That was normal. But these days we are so naturally and casually connected with so many people all over the world. Just think about that for a sec. Weird, isnโ€™t it. But also kinda neat. And unlike real life, you can cut them all off with the press of a button. No strings! Which is probably why the world is so beastly on the internet. In NOT being the type to cut people off and blank them (because itโ€™s so darned easy), I instead use this international connection as a positive. So yes, I used to be invisible. Then I started to get a tiny little bit of attention with my music. Which was nice. Then that went a bit further. So what came next? Was I edging closer to billionaire-power-junkie? Nah. Iโ€™m not rich enough, and I donโ€™t like the idea of having that much power. Sway sounds like a nice thing, but ultimate power? No thank you. So was I turning into a Bond villain, then? Nah. Iโ€™m allergic to cats and violence. So surely, I am going to take over the world musically? Hah!! I donโ€™t think so. The thing is, I am now probably most known for my Corner. That and the producer/engineer stuff. While the fixey/mixey/producer side of me earns the pennies, the Corner gets a lot more attention. You see, people like stories, and I seem to be known these days as a storyteller.


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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Wasted Time – Mercury Teardrop, J.H.M

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: Wasted Time – Mercury Teardrop, J.H.M

    Welcome all to ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ, a series of weekly reviews by Charles Connolly – an artist in his own right. Here, Charles delves into the greatest brand new singles brought to you by the best unsigned artists on our electrifying and eclectic set of ๐™‰๐™š๐™ฌ ๐˜ผ๐™ง๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™Ž๐™ฅ๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™ก๐™ž๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ playlists.


    ๐™’๐™–๐™จ๐™ฉ๐™š๐™™ ๐™๐™ž๐™ข๐™š – ๐™ˆ๐™š๐™ง๐™˜๐™ช๐™ง๐™ฎ ๐™๐™š๐™–๐™ง๐™™๐™ง๐™ค๐™ฅ, ๐™….๐™ƒ.๐™ˆ


    Charles considers the formative yearsโ€ฆ


    When did time begin? Okay, letโ€™s narrow that down a bit. When did YOUR time begin? More to the point, when did it start to matter? I was born in the 80s. As a young Calvin Harris once said, “It was acceptable in the 80s”. So I will assume I was generally accepted and I wasnโ€™t a wretched outcast from day one. That came later (a-ho-ho). Cool! So there I was, all blob and no backbone in Orwellโ€™s infamous favourite year. Prod my right shoulder and I fall to my left with a giggle. Prod my left shoulder and I fall to my right with a giggle. You get the picture. This could and almost certainly did go on for hours (minutes, in adult time). I was probably thinking about very little at the time, letโ€™s face it. Weโ€™re all useless at that age. My first computer was a bloody expensive thing that did almost nothing. But thank you Daddy, for buying it for me. EYE was a bloody expensive thing that did almost nothing. And Iโ€™m sure I rarely showed any signs of yield. I had no purpose at all! Meaning of life? Hah! To eat and poo and giggle and dribble and injure myself. But I was far from being alone. I was cared for deeply by two gullible adults who seemed to think it would be worth it. This conception (as it were) is not uncommon. In fact, it is โ€œthe normโ€. We were pretty much ALL in this situation at one time. And it comes back near the end when weโ€™re senile and useless, with life becoming once again an amalgam of eating, pooing, giggling, dribbling and injuring oneself, being looked after, fed and wiped by the very people who followed in the natural chain of events. Swings and roundabouts, my dear! Depressing swings, and crippling roundabouts. But letโ€™s not even think about the end, for there lies bad juju. Let us instead ponder on that beginningโ€ฆ


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  • ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: You Taught Me – Ross Cantrell & Finn McGowan

    ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ – this week: You Taught Me – Ross Cantrell & Finn McGowan

    Welcome all to ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ป๐—ผ๐—น๐—น๐˜†โ€™๐˜€ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ป๐—ฒ๐—ฟ, a series of weekly reviews by Charles Connolly – an artist in his own right. Here, Charles delves into the greatest brand new singles brought to you by the best unsigned artists on our electrifying and eclectic set of ๐™‰๐™š๐™ฌ ๐˜ผ๐™ง๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™Ž๐™ฅ๐™ค๐™ฉ๐™ก๐™ž๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ playlists.


    ๐™”๐™ค๐™ช ๐™๐™–๐™ช๐™œ๐™๐™ฉ ๐™ˆ๐™š – ๐™๐™ค๐™จ๐™จ ๐˜พ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™ฉ๐™ง๐™š๐™ก๐™ก & ๐™๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™ฃ ๐™ˆ๐™˜๐™‚๐™ค๐™ฌ๐™–๐™ฃ


    Charles dons his mortarboard and begins the class. โ€œSettle down, childrenโ€…


    This week I have moistly – it has been raining in London – been listening Jacob Collier. Many of you may not even have heard of this chap. He is not quite yet 27 years old, and already has a total of 5 Grammys (Grammys, not Grannies – that would be even more unlikely), breaking all previous records of all kinds. Not to mention MAKING records of all kinds. To say he is a virtuoso is really actually putting him down. I believe him to be the most talented musical artist since possibly Stravinsky or even Beethoven, and he is very much a genius. I donโ€™t mean genius in the sense of a footballer scoring a goal, for that is slightly less than what I would call genius. In fact, I very rarely use the word. Paul McCartney is another musical genius. But Mr. Collier goes beyond this. McCartney has a gift. Collier has an incredible mind. If an informed man/woman/person/thing were to have a brain the size of a house, Jacobโ€™s brain would be the size of the street. Or even the entire borough. His musical talents are seemingly quite literally unlimited. It is almost like he has the answer before you have even posed the question! His music knows NO bounds. No bounds at ALL! There is one problem, however. We, the general public are not on his level, or even close to it. We are barely on his horizon. We NEED boundaries. We need something we can understand and grasp. There needs to be a certain amount of familiarity (for most), or even predictability. There is something so satisfying about knowing where โ€œthe oneโ€ is. There is something so gratifying about knowing that the big old chorus is going to come nnnNOW. Jacob does not however make horrible dissonant disjointed โ€œmusicโ€. He makes stunning MUSIC – no quotation marks. But it will only be for certain people, hence despite all the countless awards, he has never entered the Top 40 charts for any single or album. So! Where on Earth is CC going with this? Well. We have learnt that in order to make music that will appeal to the masses, it has to be not TOO dissimilar to music we know and love. But there is no point whatsoever in regurgitating the same old stuff, year after year (although this is exactly what most โ€œartistsโ€™ seem to do these days). The question is this: How does one make music more interesting?


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