Songwriting Update

Back in late July I spent a week in the Barossa for solo songwriting retreat. The intention was to write material for a new album. It was a successful trip and I returned home with the threads of 11 songs, some more developed than others.

On returning from the retreat I put the project on hold while I finished other projects, but for the last 4-5 weeks I’ve been working through the material to develop them into complete songs and record a basic demo for each. Along the way, I added 2 more; so now I have a pool of 13 tracks for the new album. Luckily, I’m not superstitious. I have no idea if all the songs will make it to the final cut, but that’s why I wanted a decent pool in case some don’t work out.

So next step, after a short break, will be to work on producing each song properly. I’m in no hurry, though I’ve given myself a soft deadline of late March 2022 to finish the album. We’ll see how it goes.

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Songwriting Retreat

Lately I’ve been feeling inspired and motivated to work on new music. I haven’t done anything in that space since I completed Surrender in 2018, so it’s long overdue. I decided to try something different and book myself a few days away from home where I could immerse myself in music and be less distracted. It’s been a gamble, because I’ve never put myself in the position of having to “create on demand” before. There was a chance I’d come up with a big fat nothing. Luckily, ideas and snippets of new songs have flowed steadily. I came to the retreat already armed with an overarching theme (which I’m not going to divulge yet) and that made the process easier. I never intended to finish the songs here, I’d rather do that in the familiarity and comfort of my studio at home, but I have the seeds and a lot of lyrics for 11 songs, so I’m very happy and satisfied. My plan from here, is to develop the songs into a new album over the next 6-12 months.

The retreat has been in a little cottage in the Barossa valley, about an hour drive north of where I live. It was the perfect mix of seclusion while still being accessible enough for me to bring everything I needed. I took some time out from writing to take a few walks.

New Home for Futurism Grey

For a number of years I’ve been maintaining two separate websites and Facebook pages. Futurism Grey was always intended for my creative projects like music and video, whereas Ian Barber was only intended for my travel blogs and photos.

I’ve reached the time in my life where I can no longer justify the cost of maintaining both presences. Therefore I have moved my main creative content to a reorganized Ian Barber website and soon the Futurism Grey sites will be closed down. You can find my music and video content in the new menu options above, at the top of the site.

Futurism Grey was never intended to be a different identity, but just an alternative platform and presence. So this reorganization doesn’t really represent any change in my direction or intent, just a rationalization of resources.

With the restrictions on travel, my blog has been pretty quiet over the last couple of years. But on the music front, I’m about to start work on a brand new project. More news to come soon.

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New Toys

I decided it was time to update my camera from a Canon EOS 70D to the latest model in the same class, the EOS 90D. At the same time I decided to invest in a macro lens, which has been on my wish list for a little while. Naturally, I needed to give it a test run, so Sunday morning I took a little walk around the Botanic Gardens for the obligatory macro lens flower photo shoot. Here are my favourites.

Father’s Day 2019 (& Wattle Day)

A walk with Em in Belair National Park. Lots of golden wattle - after all, it is officially Wattle Day. Busy bees captured at work. A lovely day.

Home 2019

For the first time in over 20 years, I own a home. It’s still something I’m getting used to. I’ve just finished phase 1 renovations. There’s still much to do, but I need time to reflect before progressing to the next phase. So I decided it would be a good time to do a photo shoot of where things are at now. 

Womadelaide 2019

Em and I embark our annual father and daughter WOMAD adventure. As usual, it’s a lovely and special experience. I think the best way to describe it is through word bites and photos.

Friday (the end of a long day). Dinner and first chai. Timberwolf. Modern folk. Gwenno. Political, feminist and passionate about the preservation of the Welsh and Cornish languages. Christine and The Queens. Brilliant stage presence, bold force of bravado and artistry in pop music. 

Saturday. Planet talk: Can trees, talk, think and heal? Lunch. Alina Bzhezhinska Quartet. Classical and jazz harpist, chilled. Warm in the sun but lovely in the shade. Iced chai. Dangerous Song & Bukhu. Folk music of Mongolia combined with live loops of endangered animal calls. LaBrassBanda. Traditional and modern Bavarian folk, ska, punk and so on. Womade. Artisan products. Jamie Smith’s MABON. Welsh folk tunes. The Colour of Time. A vibrant explosion of colour. Dinner. Maarja Newt and Rumm. Playing the murky zone between light and shadow, vocal experimentation, violin and looper, abstract electronic soundscapes. The Correspondents. Hi-octane, genre blending dance music.

Sunday. Yoga. Lunch. Thelma Plum. Storyteller and creator, delightful folk-pop. Stalls and chai. Tara Tilba. Persian singing with jazz, Latin, flamenco, fado, folk and contemporary music. Ukulele Death Squad. Pushing the boundary of a humble four-stringed ukulele. Ephemeral City (construction). Epic monumental structure made of recycled cardboard and tape. Compagnie Bilbobassa “Amor”. A crazy, playful, savage and tenacious duel - with lots of flames.

Monday. Lunch. Sharon Shannon Band. Genre-defying accordionist. The Bells. Physical open-air productions, the bells must be rung. Iced chai and friends. Maarja Newt and Rumm (again). Ephemeral City (destruction). What goes up must come down. Dinner. Deeks . Classic soul and modern electronic soundscapes. Ollie English. Soulful rock anthems to gritty guitar solos.

Wenn die Wolken trennen

The adventure has come to an end. I’m up early to prepare for my flight home. It’s been snowing overnight and it’s still snowing now. I’m a little apprehensive. Flights were cancelled on Saturday in similar conditions. At 0600 my taxi arrives to take me to the airport. I’d usually catch the train but I’ve been advised that taxi will probably be the most reliable. It’s dark and snowing and everyone is driving way too fast for my comfort. Best to just not think about it.

We get to the airport in good time. Check-in, border control and security are all smooth. Now it’s just a matter of wait and see. The airline still indicates the flight is on schedule.

We board only a few minutes late, but depart nearly an hour late partly due to the de-icing procedure which takes nearly 20 minutes. There is thick cloud cover and I don’t expect to see anything on this flight. And then, as we’re flying over Turkey, the clouds part and we’re treated to a few hours of dramatic snow dusted mountains and valleys. And in those scenes I see the connection between the snow filled recent past and the blue skies of the near future.

By the way, the windows of the Boeing 777 are the best for taking photos. Flat with little reflection. 

On the flight from Munich I succumb and watch the Mamma Mia sequel. I haven’t yet managed to sit all the way through the original, so I’m not sure how long I will last. But it’s vivaciousness wins me over and delivers a line that I hope will be prophetic: “may the rest of our lives be the best of our lives”. I’m planning for big things to happen this year. Time to get home and get on with it!

And when I land the heat hits me. From 0 to 34 in 24 hours. 

(Title translation: When the clouds separate)

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Münchner Sehenswürdigkeiten 2

During my stay in Munich, I’ve taken numerous photos on my way to or from my destinations. On my last day here’s a montage of things I found interesting.

(Title translation: Munich sights 2)

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Along the River Isar.  

Along the River Isar.  

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Chocolate muesli. Breakfast of champions! 

Chocolate muesli. Breakfast of champions! 

Anyone for fireworks? 

Anyone for fireworks? 

Would sir like a table inside or outside? 

Would sir like a table inside or outside? 

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Christmas tree with REAL snow. 

Christmas tree with REAL snow. 

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This is how that pretty white snow ends up in the city. 

This is how that pretty white snow ends up in the city. 

I think I could manage this kind of Christmas tree.  

I think I could manage this kind of Christmas tree.  

Onboard the ICE trains (first class). 

Onboard the ICE trains (first class). 

Onboard an U-Bahn train. 

Onboard an U-Bahn train. 

Tränen im Schnee

A few years ago, when I travelled to Krakow in Poland, I had the chance to visit Auschwitz. Other things took priority, so it didn’t happen. So, I particularly wanted to visit Dachau while in Munich if I could. I had intended to go yesterday, but had a bit of a meltdown day with social anxiety getting the better of me. Today is my last day in Munich, so it was now or never.

I head out at 0910. It’s snowing again. As I walk to Marienplatz station the snow intensifies. This is the heaviest I have seen. I have read of problems with the S2 line, so I’m not sure which way I will get to Dachau yet. At 0925 I catch the U3 to the Hauptbahnhof. From there it appears that trains are running on the S2 OK. So at 0925 I catch the S2 to Dachau Bahnhof. We arrive at 1000 and from there I catch the 726 bus to the site.

It’s now called the Dachau Concentration Camp Memorial. Only one row of reconstructed prisoner barracks remains. The other rows are marked by the outline of their foundations. The snow reinforces the bleakness. There are many groups and individuals slowly walking around the site.

I end up at the crematorium. I see the ovens. I walk through the gas chamber.  

It’s an emotional moment. It’s horrific. It still defies belief.

There is a museum in the maintenance building which still stands. It’s very comprehensive and very well done.

It’s still snowing and very cold.

I don’t take many photos. It doesn’t feel right.

I leave quietly and reflectively at 1230.

(Title translation: Tears in the snow)

Work will make you free. 

Work will make you free. 

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Das Leben ist wie ein Puzzle

One of my holiday goals was to relax and unwind. I thought a jigsaw puzzle might be a nice thing to do, especially on those wintery, snowy days. So, soon after arriving, I found a toy store and bought a 1,000 piece puzzle. Naturally, I picked a German scene - Neuschwanstein.

I have been working my way through it, and it has been a lovely thing to do. It must be decades since I completed a substantial jigsaw. Though sometimes, my internal competition didn’t necessarily make it as relaxing as I’d expected.

Until yesterday, I didn’t think I’d finish it; which would have been OK. But after sitting down to spend a few minutes on it, I found myself in two marathon sessions resulting in a completed puzzle.

Interestingly, as I reacquired puzzle making skills I reflected on how many of those skills and lessons could be applied to life:

  • You don’t have to finish things all at once. You can chip away at them.
  • Don’t panic. It may seem insurmountable. Just take little steps and you’ll get there.
  • The missing piece is always there. You just can’t always see it. Sometimes you need to stop looking.
  • When you take your time you notice the little details you miss when you are in a hurry.
  • Gentle persistence pays off. You just need to find a method that works. 
  • Sometimes you need a break so you can come back with fresh eyes.
  • Sometimes you’re just looking at things from the wrong angle or direction.
  • Just when it seems impossible, a solution appears.
  • Keep doing it and you’ll get better.

(Title translation: Life is like a jigsaw puzzle) 

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Es gibt Burgen in den Bergen

Today will be my last big adventure for the trip, so I’m up early at 0500. I plan to head south to Füssen ad then visit the famous Neuschwanstein Castle. But I have a dilemma. The website says to not bring rucksacks and that photography in the castle is not allowed. So I have two choices: 1) go on a tour of the castle and don’t take my good camera or 2) take my good camera and forgo the tour. I decide on that latter. To be honest, I’m more interested in the outside of the castle and the iPhone is not so good for distance photography.

At 0727 I catch the U3 from Marienplatz to the Hauptbahnhof, arriving at 0730.

At 0752 BRB62703 departs Munich calling at: München-Parsing, Geltendorf, Kaufering, Buchloe, Kaufbeuren, Biessenhofen, Ebenhofen, Martktoberdorf, Leuterschach, Lengenwang, Seeg and Weizern-Hopferau.

It’s a long trip. At 0955 we arrive in Füssen. The snow has been getting thicker on the ground as we have progressed. Füssen appears to have had fresh falls and looks magical.

Next I need to get to Hohenschwangau. There is a bus service that I guess normal people would take and I see most of the people from the train head there. But google tells me it’s only a 40 min walk so I decide to give that a go. I have no idea whether it will be suitable for walking though. I head out and find that there is a good walking/bike track connecting the two towns and it’s been cleared recently. The walk is easy and takes me right past massive white fields and forests of snow dusted pine. Good choice Ian!

I get to Hohenschwangau around 1115. It took me a bit longer than 40 min but there were frequent photo stops. On the approach I get a glimpse of grey Neuschwanstein Castle perched on one side and the slightly less glamorous ochre Hohenschwangau Castle perched on the other. The town is all about the castles and there are people buzzing around. I start the 30 min winding walk up to the castle. Interestingly, for me the castle becomes less enchanting the closer I get to it. It was built in the mid 19th century, so in some ways it’s not a “real” castle. This shows in the tidy ness of the block work. Plus, they are doing restoration on the entrance which is covered. This does spoil the fairytale a little. In the end, I prefer the distance images. There are some great views of the surrounding area from the castle though.

I descend and walk back to Füssen. It’s been a good workout; about 6 km round trip not including the walk up the mountain.

As I reach Füssen, I notice that it appears to have a pretty old town but I’m just too tired to explore. Then as I approach the station I glance down to see a glorious street scene and I just have to look a little.

We depart Füssen at 1412. I’m exhausted. I keep starting to doze off, only to be startled by the loud train announcements. I get back to the hotel at about 1640. It’s been a long but great day.

(Title translation: There are castles in the mountains) 

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Hohenschwangau Castle. 

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Neuschwanstein Castle. 

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Back in Füssen. 

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Noch mehr weiß

Today is a designated rest day. I’ve been doing something every day for the last week and I need to relax if I’m going to go home refreshed. Then I look out the window and the soft snow falling bewitches me. I decide to head out for a couple of hours.

I walk to the U-Bahn station. The city streets are sludgy and wet now. There are big piles of dirty melting snow.

At 0913 I catch the U6 from Marienplatz to Studentenstadt. I want to explore the northern end of the Englischer Garten. I arrive at Studentenstadt at 0922 and make my way to the park. The northern part is less open and more like woodland, at least under snow. There is light snow falling and a few people around, mainly walking dogs or jogging. I walk all the way down to the southern part where I was yesterday. It’s still white but the paths are clearly worn. They are quite sludgy too. It was lots of fun walking through the snow, but very hard work.

By 1200 I’m back in the hotel and spend the rest of the day relaxing and working on the jigsaw puzzle.

(Title translation: Still more white) 

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We‘re melting! 

We‘re melting! 

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Blick aus Peterskirche

As I walk back from the supermarket to the hotel I notice there are people at the top of Peterskirche. I had wanted to climb to the top when I first arrived but the queues were way too long. Maybe today would be a good day. It would be icy up there, but I decide to give it a go. At 1300 after dropping off my supplies I make my way over, pay my €3 and climb the 300+ steps to the top.

And it’s worth every step. Yes, it’s freezing, but the view of snow coved Munich is beautiful.

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Weiß, weiß und weiß

While publishing my blog post for Salzburg I notice it’s started to snow. I hurriedly get ready and at 0920 head to the Englischer Garten.

Wow! What an experience. The park is blanketed in snow. To begin with there are a few other people walking, but by the time I leave the park is buzzing with people walking, jogging, walking their dogs, pushing prams, skiing, dragging children in sleds, making snowmen, having snowball fights and playing a football match. Everything you’d imagine and very much a real winter wonderland.

Yesterday I noticed that the trees near a mound in the park had hay bales at their bases.  I wondered why. Now, with people riding down the mound on their sleds I assume they are to cushion the blow if a collision occurs.

I mainly use my iPhone for photos. The snow is wetter than the other day and I’m nervous about getting my camera wet. When I do get it out I use a plastic bag to protect it. It’s all a bit distracting though, and soon I put it away and cover up my rucksack to protect it from the snow.

At times the snow is heavy and blowing horizontally. It looks as deep as 8 cm in some places and at least 4 cm all over.

At 1210 I return to the hotel. It’s been a magical morning and just the kind of experience I had been hoping for. I feel very fortunate.

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Ein kurzer Besuch in Nördlingen

After Neuburg an der Donau, I make my way further north east to Nördlingen. It’s getting late, so I’m running against time to get there while there is still decent light. I catch the train at 1428 to take me to Donauwörth. It’s not clear whether this train is the right one and I almost miss it, but I figure it out and get onboard. The train arrives in Donauwörth at 1454. My next train is already waiting. It departs at 1505 for Nördlingen. I will only have 45 min before I have to catch the train back. I will run out of light if I stay any longer anyway. We arrive at Nördlingen at 1533 and I buy my return ticket right away. I then hike it into the centre of the old town. Luckily, it’s very close.

Nördlingen is unlike the other towns I have visited so far. It feels less Bavarian and more northern. There are so many lovely half timber buildings and windy streets. I power walk my way around the town snapping shots on my iPhone for speed. It’s a very brief visit, but a really lovely one. I’m so glad I made the effort to get there.

I‘m back at the station by 1613 and a train arrives. It says it’s for Munich, but my ticket is for an ICE train from Donauwörth. I assume there is another train coming. The train stays in the station and I check the information board. It IS the train to take me to Donauwörth. I assume I will get off there because the ICE train will get me to Munich more quickly. I catch the train and avoid another mishap.  The train arrives in Donauwörth at 1650 and I get on the ICE train to Munich at 1707. I chose first class for this trip because it was only a few euros extra and it’s well worth it. Lots of room and very peaceful. It’s dark outside now and it feels like we’re barely moving, but the sign says we’re travelling at 189 km/h.

The train arrives back at Munich at 1855. I walk back to the hotel. It’s clearly snowed a lot during the day. I estimate at least 2 cm and it’s still falling lightly.

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Spaziergang durch die Altstadt von Neuberg an der Donau im Schnee

For the first time on this trip I slept more or less all through and for once I feel like staying in bed. I take it easy, even when I get up. By 0930 it’s starting to snow. I start thinking about travel plans. I may have left it too late to fit in everything I was planning. After looking at the weather forecast for the rest of my stay I decide I can’t afford to waste the day. I get myself ready in record time and make my way to the Hauptbahnhof; it only takes 15 min walking at my top speed.

I catch the 1021 ICE train to Ingolstadt. By now it’s snowing solidly and everything is white as we leave the station. I’m sitting next to a Dutch woman who is trying to get home from Austria. She’s already missed one connection due to bad weather at Garmisch. 20 min into the journey the train stops; problems with the overhead cables. We sit stationary for over ten minutes. I realise I will miss my next connection. My fellow passenger worries that she may miss her next one too, though she has a few hours left in the trip for the train to make up the time.

The train arrives at Ingolstadt at 1117. I have 50 min until the next train. Time for an early lunch at the station. At 1209 I depart to Neuberg am der Donau; my first destination for the day. We arrive st 1226.

I head for the old town. It’s not that well defined on my map, so it’s kind of hard to know when I’m there. It’s starting to snow more heavily. Different snow to the other day; less powdery.  I can see snowflakes. And it’s crunchier under foot.

There’s nobody about. They must be sitting somewhere warm. I make it to the river. This is the Danube. It’s a very wintery scene. I wander some more. There are plenty of beautiful buildings, but nothing that has got me overly excited. I check my phone and realise the next train is soon. If I scoot it I should make it. But then I take a wrong turn and decide it’s not worth it. I’ll hang around for another hour.

I’m so glad I do. While walking around more of the old town I stumble across a walking path that follows one side of the city walls.  I find a series of breathtaking snow bejeweled scenes that keep me and my camera very busy.

Eventually, it is time to make it make to the station and on to my next destination, Nördlingen.

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Ein Tagesausflug nach Salzburg

It’s Thursday and it’s a toss up between going to Innsbruck or Salzburg. Both are just over the border in Austria. I decide on Salzburg because it‘s closer and I have left it a bit late for Innsbruck. But also, there is a big ski jump tournament happening in Innsbruck today and tomorrow; I expect the trains and the city would be busy.

I walk to Munich Hauptbahnhof. It looks like it snowed a little overnight, but not much. I get to the station at 0822 and buy my ticket. Although the Bayern-ticket does cover across the border into Salzburg, it’s not valid until 0900 and my train leaves at 0856. I don‘t want to risk it. As I‘m still early I buy a delicious Rosinschnecke (raisin snail shaped pastry).

The train departs on time at 0856, calling at München Ost, Rosenheim, Bad Endorf, Prien am Chiemsee, Burnau am Chiemsee, Übersee, Bergen, Traunstein, Teisendorf and Freilassing. From Rosenheim there is a lovely old lady sitting next to me who tells me about where to go in Salzburg.

The train arrives at Salzburg at 1042. I decide to make my way to the river. It’s been snowing and the footpaths and roads are icy. It‘s quite treacherous and I have to watch my step and slow down. I don’t have specific plans other than visiting the large fortress on a hill in the town. Everywhere is quite crowded with tourists so I decide to head straight for the fortress. There is a long queue for the funicular railway up the side of the hill, so I decide to walk. It only takes about 15 minutes.

I walk around the fortress. It‘s very interesting, but I‘m mainly there for the views. After a long wait, I get my turn to walk around the insides and up to the tower. The view is spectacular, but the wind is icy cold. I have left my gloves off to take photos and they are freezing. But it‘s worth it. I take my time taking in the panoramic views and taking quite a few photos.

After a bit more walking it’s time to head home. This time there isn‘t a queue for the funicular railway so I take the very quick ride down. I make my way back to the station through some more lovely streets. The train departs at 1415. I‘m feeling quite sleepy now and doze off for a couple of stations. As we get nearer to Munich the cloud cover is breaking a little and I get to see the snow dusted fields in better light

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Ich berühre Schnee

As the sun rises I can see it has been snowing. By 0830 it’s lightly snowing again. But I know from the weather report that this is all we’ll see in Munich today. I check the other weather reports and decide to head to Gamisch-Partenkirchen. They have solid snow fall forecast. At 0930, after a couple of false starts, I head out the door. I walk to the Hauptbahnhof so I can experience the soft, whispy snow still falling. I’m unexpectedly hit by a sudden emotional surge and feel quite teary. This is special. I guess experiencing snow was number one on my wish list for this trip, so it’s a bit of a relief.

When I get to the station, the train is waiting. It’s a double decker, so I head up stairs for a better view. The train is busy.

At 1032 RB 59449 leaves calling at Pasing, Tutzing, Weilheim, Murnau, Ohlstadt, Eschenlohe, Oberbau and Farshant. To start with, it’s the same route as Monday, but very different now with a dusting of snow.

We arrive at Garmisch-Partenkirchen at 1154. The town is very busy. I head off, walking through a park and then tracing a river for a while. At times the snow gets a little heavier. It’s so strange. It’s dry; neither me nor my camera are getting wet. And it’s so powdery and fluffy; like walking through really fine polystyrene. It’s a wonderful experience.

I head back into the town. I could catch the next train but decide to stay longer. I walk along the main streets and look in the shops. It’s snowing all the time and there are plenty of “pinch me” moments as I turn each corner to take in a new view.

I return to the station to catch the 1507 train back to Munich. As I settle in my warm seat I notice that the snow is falling more heavily. I consider getting out to spend another hour there but decide against it. As the train pulls out of town I see it’s seriously falling now; probably would not have been so good. I’m glad I decided to leave. It was a magical experience and the best part is I still have a week to go; so I should be able to get plenty more snow-time.

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