Open Memory Box

The largest homemade collection of 8mm celluloid film captures both a time, but also people loving life from the defunct German Democratic Republic. Click on the anti-archive link and just get lost in individual stories. This is the link to the full website

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Two elderly men stood outside a grand house in St. David’s, Wales. The street held its breath, inviting onlookers to wonder: who were they? What memories bound them there? The image opened a doorway to countless untold stories—waiting quietly for someone to imagine.

Irregular Patterns

Ideas left to lie dormant dissolve into the ether of well-meaning what-ifs. The pandemic lockdown, with its forced stillness, cracked open time and space to dust off my long list of stalled ideas. Hidden within was the seed of Irregular Patterns—though it had no name back then.

I’m lucky. Very lucky. A life spent immersed in the creative worlds of music and live performance has shaped me. But I’ve also seen the cracks: musicians I know struggling long before lockdowns, drained by the streaming economy’s unfair split. Even seasoned pros tell stories of exploitation—shady managers, exploitative record deals, endless pressure to perform for free. The backbone of one of the world’s greatest cultural exports is fraying fast.

Then came a game-changing conversation with local musician Gavin McClafferty. His focus, vision, and grit turned those scattered ideas into a living, breathing project. Irregular Patterns isn’t just a record label—it’s a creative hub built around the artist.

Less than a year in, we’re on the cusp of our first release, with a growing roster and an ambitious release schedule ahead. The support and encouragement we’ve received so far? Humbling.

I won’t rehash what’s already out there—the IP manifesto is our cornerstone. But here’s the truth: being the change we want in the music industry is our vital first step. The road hasn’t been easy; we’ve had to break down walls. But more than anything, this leap of faith reminds me—we’re in the happy business after all.

Paulie Fest: 31.07.21

This weekend, I had the chance to spin a DJ set at a friend’s 50th birthday party in Hove — and for a few electrifying hours, it felt like a return to normal. The energy was electric, the crowd was alive, and the music brought everyone together. It wasn’t just a party; it was a celebration of connection, laughter, and pure, unfiltered fun. Almost like old times, but better.

Supersonic Man

If, for some baffling cosmic glitch, you’ve never met Supersonic Man, allow me to be your guide. Released in 1979, this cinematic gem proudly claims the title of “best worst movie ever made”—a bona fide classic of glorious absurdity that you simply can’t miss. Think superhero camp meets cosmic chaos, wrapped up in a package so wonderfully flawed, it’s impossible not to love.

Sat on the banks of Grasmere Lake, the joy of pure silence. I visited these banks many times in my younger years. Can’t help but feel a deep sense of connection with my past and present.