“Inky Ovine” is the unique and unusual title of the new release by indie artist Jas Patrick, which has been in the making for several years. His rock, bluesy style originates in Nashville, however he claims to be influenced by Brit Rock.
It’s simply a cheeky way of saying “black sheep”.
I’m desperate to get over there and bottle whatever it is they ingest. Black pudding..? As long as it isn’t haggis.
British rock fandom aside, I’m also a fan of jazz (early up to wartime–Louis/Satch, Bix Beiderbecke, Duke Ellington, Benny and so on), 90’s american rock, 70’s groove/southern rock such as Little Feat and the Allman’s and soul stuff. If I’m being honest, I’d also include video game music, soundtracks and electronic stuff such as Michiru Yamane, Toshiyuki Honda and Aphex Twin.
I can live with that and I suppose I agree.
If I had my druthers, the thing that would best describe my music is simply rock and roll with some intelligence and/or a message or not… Whatev’s.
You say the beat rocks you? Fine! Rock out and go with the gods, my child!
Lyrics remind you of..?
Read deeply and go with thy inner flow, Kundun!
It’s all really up to the listener.
I swear that’s not a copout! I don’t write “Jack and Diane” because I enjoy some ambiguity in my tunes.
Who the bloody hell was the walrus?!!!
It’s not about being “right”.
It’s about FEELING right. I know, I know… Crap.
Looking at the self.
The completely screwed up, worrisome, undeniably broken self.
Look at the cover for cthulhu’s sakes!
That’s not a healthy little planet, I tell you!
But it’s a little planet that’s looking inward and TRYING, damnitall! We’re all looking or mayhap we’re not–I simply can’t speak for the hordes of internet denizens.
As I said previously, I’m about rock and roll; but I’m also about more than telling some poor lady she’s nothing more than a dog of the hound class.
Old Lennon and I would probably hate one another; but we share the same nose and similar ideas in what a song can do or “should” be.
At the end of the day, I’m only writing what I hear.
I genuinely surprised at others’ interpretations–and always pleased!
I do very much love having my thought process challenged.
My video for “Harpy” is an excellent example.
I had a very definitive idea of what the “message” was and I literally heard a different view from every single person asked!
do you enjoy most about performing live?
Now? I’m playing my own music.
Whole different set of kittens.
They’re both awesome.
They both have their perks.
They both have their downsides. I prefer what I do now; but some of the carefree aspects of being a hired gun can be missed at times.
Regardless, the artist in me realizes that I want to make art and turn people on–therefore, I do what I do now.
But it’s better when you wrote the soundtrack.
is you have, what then motivates you? No coffee–sheesh! I’d run through a wall! No, I’m a downer type person–though, I don’t do them. I’m off cigs for three years now and I can barely hold a conversation without frightening the listener. I’m naturally “up”.
To the question!
What motivates me? The fact that it doesn’t seem “worth it” if you’re not creating. Now, before you get up in arms, understand! “Creating” is broadly defined. If you’re creating for yourself or your family or you’re fulfilled then you’re “creating” and therefore, be well and have a coke and a smile.
One can replace “create” with whatever one chooses; but one MUST do something. I go without listening to my music for long periods of time. I’ll go back occasionally and listen and think “Wow! A lot better than I thought!”
You see, I mostly think harshly of myself and I’m always striving to “do better”. I suppose there’s some sort of inner judge telling my I’m shit and I have to improve.
A very well respected drummer in town (Nashville) told me that for one to go onstage in the first place, one had to be at least halfway damaged. I think I agree in some respect as I do work towards getting some sort of recognition. But the real recognition is in my head and the bastard wont give me a break; so, I keep going.
The long and short?
I suppose it’s some sort of fucked up positive/negative reinforcement thing.
But I also can’t help myself.
I sit down and I grab a guitar and start creating.
Some people grab cheetos, I grab a guitar.As you can see, I obviously have to “say” something–verbose, me!
Eh, I’m not a pop artist and never will be. I make rock and roll and I write what I want. What’s not to like?