Well hello. Is it autumn? I think it’s probably autumn. Anyway – this season, Sleepdogs mostly have been / are:
1. doing a late night remix of our show, The Bullet And The Bass Trombone, called The Bullet And The Damage Done, at the Bristol Proms. A bit daunting going on stage immediately after one of the best gigs we’ve ever seen (by Daniel Hope and the Royal Philharmonic Concert Orchestra, playing Max Richter’s Four Seasons Recomposed.) You can see Tim waffling on about what we did in interviews for Classic FM (“Classy FM”) and MAYK, here and here, respectively. The Bristol Proms at Bristol Old Vic were one of the most exciting things we’ve seen in the city: a whole new audience for the building, and a wonderful cross-section of approaches to contemporary orchestral music with a proper mish-mash of collaborators. Just have a look at the Hack The Quartet projects at Watershed, for instance.
2. preparing for The Bullet And The Bass Trombone to hit the National Theatre Shed, from the 9th – 11th September. It’s wonderful to be showing in London, and – once more – in a space dedicated to new audiences and new collaborations. We’ve also got a trailer for the show. Here it is. BAM.
It looks like we’re photoshopped onto the backgrounds in those interviews, doesn’t it? We’re not. It’s REAL. It’s a REAL THING.
3. pootling around with ideas for our next full-length production, Dark Land Light House, including listening to tunes from North Sea Navigator inspired by the sci-fi world we’re (slowly) making, and presenting a very early work-in-progress talk at Kaleider in Exeter, wot you can read all about at the end of this link right here.
4. listening to the first edit of The Morpeth Carol, our cracked Christmas fable that has now been made into a Radio 4 afternoon play. Vivid, funny and deftly performed by an amazing cast. And also – wonderfully – featuring one of our favourite tunes by Colleen throughout. Broadcast details when we know them (but probably near-ish to Christmas, you’d hope.)
Thanks for reading. More of this sort of thing, anon.