July 29, 2011

Someone Else Talking: The Mallard’s Dylan Tidyman-Jones


Someone Else Talking finds us harassing a musician long enough that they cough up the fascinating gems that are their current inspirations.  Be it music or food or film or folly, we want to know what’s getting these people up in the morning.  And because we want to know, you get to read about it.


Dylan Tidyman-Jones is many things.  The drummer for the one time one-woman show The Mallard (and a performing guest at our 5th Anniversary Spectacular), a sensational guitarist and musician in his own right (check out the amazing Up On The Good Floor for proof of that), and, to our great delight, a veritable fountain of musical knowledge.  Fresh from a trip in to the spiritual and natural world we pinned down the lithe Tidyman-Jones and dragged a few musical bits from him.

Expect a new album from Sir Tidyman-Jones in the relatively near future.

Dylan Tidyman-Jones – Antelope

I spent most of last week visiting friends in Yosemite. It was the perfect antidote to the last six months (spent in the city with my face pressed into the glow of my laptop). We climbed up and swam in the devil’s bathtub, explored caves, walked through moonlight in the forest, spoke with deer about the navigation of portals, drank beer, and laughed together under an open sky.

There were all these healthy-looking German families everywhere, pointing up at waterfalls and granite peaks. When we crossed paths, they would smile, nod fondly, and admonish their children to clear the way. In gratitude, here are a handful of soothing tracks from 70′s Deutschland. If I’d brought my device with me to the wilderness, these would have been the soundtrack.

Cluster – Es War Einmal from the album Sowiesoso

Can – One More Night from the album Ege Bamyasi

Neu! – ‘Leb’ Wohl’ from the album NEU! 75

Harmonia – Watussi from the album Musik von Harmonia

Popol Vuh from the soundtrack for the film Aquirre the Wrath of God

April 29, 2010

The Daily Choice: Dylan Tidyman-Jones – Antelope


Full disclosure: my good friend Greer McGettrick, the one woman show that is The Mallard, plays bass on Mr. Tidyman-Jones album, and ’tis she who passed it along and she who raved about its truly brilliant sound.  Confessions aside, Dylan Tidyman-Jones is an amalgam of influences.  There’s a hint of burbling late-60s pop in the pot.  I taste perhaps, a smidgen of Wes Anderson’s stylized New York on the back of my palate.

Yet it doesn’t pander to it’s roots.  This is clearly, and wonderfully the work of Dylan Tidyman-Jones.  It is intimate, in the way a one-man show almost always is, as if it had been recorded in a sun-room in the back of a long, quiet house.  In its own way it is also expansive, as Tidyman-Jones creates a sound that seems to reach out in to the atmosphere, fingers touching at the celestial bodies that hover there.

Ethereal might be the right word.

Dylan Tidyman-Jones – Antelope