Interview

Desert Mine Music asked me to answer some questions. I took too long for it to accompany the release of Normal Tea to the internet - and I haven't even finished making the magazine to go with the music yet. But I will get faster internet, I promise. I will get faster, internet. Please just don't sack me yet. I mean, I have a wife and child now to hurry about. And how will they take me seriously when i'm telling them to hurry up and be better, faster, more interesting quicker, when they know how slack i'm being at working for you internet.

What’s your favourite Oasis song?

I kneeled on my knees, in the remains of / that chip shop once was a newsagent. I looked hard at the pictures of the man in his band, with his red shirt and guitar, and all that stuff they said about him and his brother.

Following this, I walked back over the bridge wanting to be a burglar man from Burnage, attempting that scowl like the man in his shirt. I wanted terribly to be able to do it. But I couldn’t. I sat in my bedroom and listened to his swaggering brother asking if I knew what he meant.

Oh, yes, Mr Burnage burglar man. Certainly.

Eventually, I got thumped by this lad from Burnholme. But that’s another boring story.

I watched the news conference where they said they were getting rid of some of the band. My Dad took me to Monks Cross (‘?) to buy Standing on the Shoulders of Giants and I was disappointed.

I didn’t realize then what I think I know now but probably don’t. I didn’t have the good sense to see past the myth at the truth that obscured it. I wasn’t from Motherwell, in Camden in the 90’s, playing pool when in walked this scrappy looking bloke in his swagger, and his sexy face I thought, but not in that way.

I wasn’t there to see through it; I only had the pictures. And because of the pictures so many things that have happened happened. Because with the force-fed of illusion, I have seldom slept very distant from a copy of What’s the Story Morning Glory. And all the commentators now keep shouting. I blame Andy Gray.

But that doesn’t mean I don’t have a favourite. And it doesn’t mean either that I don’t want to share it. What it means, as far as can be established before I really need to go put out the towels, is that the things you swallow when you are in small socks and each night you go to bed at the same time dreaming of standing on the school stage and performing in such a way with a scowl and an indifferent attitude that she will want to talk to you and be your friend, those things are the things unavoidable. And so you listen to them when no one’s listening. And when they come on in a pub, and some others turn their noses, you turn yours too, because when it’s gone, the song, then you’ll be left with those you don’t want to be different from, you want to relate to them, you wish to stay friends.

Because of this, I have started re-writing all the lyrics to What’s The Story Morning Glory. ‘I don’t feel as if I know me, I take up all my time. The days are long, and at night I make sure i’m in bed, because I sleep better in bed. I very seldom watcheth the weather, if it rains I’ll put on a coat. The zip it is broken, but if I do it up, pull it down, it’ll stay till I’m home. I live in the shadows of the people i’ve pretended to be. And i’m never doing that again, cos it’s horrid and spiteful and bad to my family. I’m never doing that again. And in the interview, half way through, I noticed the shite on my shoe.’

This ones about me being a big light bloke - it’s also about helicopters. ‘None of my friends are gay. And your band are really cool they play in people’s kitchens. I like to make hummus but the food-processer is a bugger to clean. Another sunny afternoon, walking round town in a pair of trainers that don’t suit me, turning up my jeans and then turning them down in the window of a local eaterie. Waste another hour on Facebook. Apparently, the youth don’t use it, if that’s the case and you’re young you can treat this as a history. Waste another hour on Facebook. You know you should so I guess you might as well. Your hometown’s boring let’s move to Krakow.’

Do you sing with your eyes shut?

I don’t sing, I shower. This shit follows me round, and so I lie down sometimes wishing I could sing. But I can’t. Mostly I just pretend i’m naked when i’m not and try and catch myself out.

What is the secret of your success?

Secrecy.

What’s been your best ever soundcheck?

Mostly I just decide against going and phone ahead… Then I remember that if I want to eat a piece of salmon before I go to work, I better get one out of the freezer. I do this with my eyes open, because to operate a pair of scissors with them shut is just a bit thick… never operate a pair of scissors when they are shut...

Then? Oh, then we get back to the question. Would you open a vacuum-packed slice of a salmon you’ve never seen in its entirety with your eyes shut? No, you would not. So why do you sometimes sing like this?

I don’t sing, a man at lindy told me.

I know that, but why do you sometimes sing like this?

I’m scared?

Don’t fear the fish, Markie. And neither don’t fear the people who are possibly passing comment on you, within the shot of your ear, by the bar and they look drunken. Because it is hard to reproduce in front of people what you know you can do alone. It is this because that person alone is only that person alone when that person is alone. Amongst the other souls, that person is different. And that is perfectly alright.

Sometimes I open my eyes and look into the middle distance and think of all the things I’ll have to apologize for later. Sometimes I open my eyes and think if I go down that road then I might get my face in more of people’s screens, my bank balance might increase, people will talk to me thinking I am a picture in a magazine. Sometimes I listen to the builders talking about their phone contracts.

Any tips for the Autumn/Winter 2019 season?

Plenty.

What is the smallest audience you have played a concert to?

I seldom notice the ambulance. Mostly I just decide against going and phone ahead.

What is the greatest compliment you have received from one of your many fans?

It’s alright you didn’t come; I didn’t neither.’

And if I do, I tend to sift through all the good for the ugly. Sometimes people think it’s funny it’s not meant to be. Mostly I just try and find out what they do makes them tick and see if I can learn something.

When you play live, what’s your ‘rig’?

Mostly I just decide against going and phone ahead. And if I don’t, I drink the peppermint tea, while promising the man managing his stage, not to mess up his mop or his bucket.

How do you psyche yourself up and get ‘in the zone’ for one of your legendary performances?

I do some yoga whilst listening to the Stooges

Do you prefer the blues or the jazz?

I don’t even come into it. Really, I should. But I shouldn’t say that, cos then you’ll think I mean it. But I do tend to think that music and most things haven’t got much to do with liking them. Cos that’s dangerously close to relatability. And I don’t buy that blues lie like I used to. I think it’s funny how they took the piss out of the fact I was into country.

Performonce

A bit ago they give me the money to go to Switzerland and Germany and eat the food and sleep in some beds far away from the skirting boards I am still shirking dusting, even after my warning. I made a bunch of posters to send out of the country because I felt a great importance as I snipped the stuff and blue tacked it down. Fortunately, there weren't many gigs, so I asked the internet what was happening in November 2016. 

 Le Guess Who? Festival said the internet. 

So I added it to the poster in the hope that in the summer of 2018 they would ask me to play it and them three days I spent in August fretting about which trains to book to Utrecht wouldn't be yet another way I have avoided doing my tax return the whole ruddy summer. 


Upstairs of this means that I am playing a performonce at Le Guess Who? on the 11th of November. Basement to this is a greater detail of the account is broken Mr Wynn, I think you owe us money.

A nice man called Jacob informed me that there was a 'punk minded area' and that I would be welcome there. I said I didn't think I could come. He said that was okay. Then I was dancing to Bowie in the clinic when all the nurses were home relaxing or arguing, and I thought, 'Markie, you like the boogie. And you have never done the boogie in Utrecht. Now, that nice Jacob man, he asked you if you could come. And you said No. Why is this?' 

I had me there. And so the next day I asked if I could still come.

He said 'yes', then asked me for a bio and some high-res photos.

Oh for fucksake.

I did as I was told though, and promised not to tell anyone about it till September the 12th 2018.

It might look like this.


Or I might bring my guitar and it won't sound like this because I don't have the time to play with other people, or I can't afford to pay them, or i'm worried it wouldn't work..


This is off a thing that Desert Mine Music sent to the internet earlier this year, and I only just got round to sending it to the internet because i've been avoiding doing my tax return by putting the chips on the paper plates for the nanas at bingo.

'Can I have some more gravy on my cheese?'

Certainly. You've earnt it.


Brussels

SAT 07.04.18 AB Hall Complex, Brussels

SLEAFORD MODS + STEVE IGNORANT (CRASS): SLICE OF LIFE + NACHTHEXEN + THE LOWEST FORM + MARK WYNN + STRUCTURE + JOHN PAUL + SUDDEN INFANT + NAIL (DJ)

I was meant to be doing some gigs with The Lovely Eggs later this year, but i'm not doing them now.


More Singles

New Album racket

https://markwynn.bandcamp.com/

Some have been sent wrapped in the Daily Mail for padding, others in the red tissue paper. Non of any of it sounds like this.



Munich


Manufaktur, Schorndorf

"With its angular movements and the lean upper body, it is reminiscent of Iggy or Fad Gadget. With the laptop, ancient Nokia (for regular time control), completely unmodified glasses and "Mephisto" shoes, the lanky Brit looks more like an administrative worker who has strayed to the stage of the manufactory."           "http://www.gig-blog.net/2017/05/14/sleaford-mods-mark-wynn-pisse-12-05-2017-manufaktur-schorndorf/   

Amsterdam

"An original English band parodist, like Andre van Duin was once. He still has to learn something ..."


Foto's
Tineke Klamer




Name search

"Mark Wynn is knee-deep in mud, adopted by the noise, sentences and stories. Learn all about a world that we do not like and which ends with a question and exclamation mark three points."

A 7 inch single at some point.

http://beautravail.blogspot.ch/2016/11/mark-wynn-tenner-7inch.html


COVENTRY


Sunday did Coventry. Doing the gigs the gigs that are next to this, in the future.
Correctly punctuated? Email account being hacked? That the correct being?

Achin' at The Prospect - A Racket (that one)



Made a new racket. 
Tis available here 

Made a 28 page magazine thing to go with it. They are £6 off the bandcamp. 



Gigs



December Acoustic Gigs with Boss Caine

2nd Shakespeare, Sheffield
4th Victoria Inn, Colchester
6thAces and Eights, London
8th Beeswing, Swindon
9th The Railway, Southend-on –sea
12th The Fulford Arms, York


OldDirtyWorks

Discovered these in the loft of the mother.
http://markwynn.bigcartel.com/

'Bing Crosby Ice Cream - I Can't Believe It Neither - At Least According To An Old Copy Of Mojo' An EP
Tracklist 
1. I Was A Lot More Prolific When I Was Living In Greece 
2. Aldi Sex Song 
3. The Girl Who Looked Like Bobby Gillespie 
4. Sedative 
5. Houses On The Green Grass 
6. Your Nan Is Not An Invalid



Dirty Work 10 - Might Try Some Shoes On - Maybe I Won't Try Some Shoes On - An EP

28 page zine. Containing a diary of gigs done in March 2014 in Manchester, Carisle, Londinum, Southend, Colchester, Leeds, Cambridge, Sandwich. Reader's Laetters. Reviews. Advertisements. 4 track EP entitled 'Might try some shoes on - Maybe I won't try some shoes on' An EP by Mark Wynn

Tracklist:
1. She's My Baby And She Makes Me Die Inside
2. No, I'm Bored
3.You're Looking Well, Mark. I Feel Like I Got Shaved In The Dark
4. If I Was A Cat I'd Be Called Brian, Brian The Cat


Tracklist: 
1. BTYC 
2. No Fun (not that one) 
3. Ray Davies Nicked All My Songs 
4. Knee Socks 
5. She Fancies Me That One In Age Concern 
6. Lipstick 
7. Day Trip To Wakefield 
8. Tabby Cats Instead

20 page zine, posters, baby picture, a letter to the internet, Fiasco magazine cover.

36 page collection of word story things wrote in October 2013
Contents 
1. James Bond Train Killer Blues 
2. A Chance Encounter 
3. Who? 
4. A Lack Of Something In Favour Of The Rest 
5. Entertainment 
6. As We Snake Past The Station - Sorry Calvino 
7. The Dogs That Lead Us Down Dangerous Lanes 
8. He Awoke at 11, We Weren't Sure If We Should 
9. I Didn't Know What To Think So I Fled 
10. A Bad Recollection Which Caused A Car Chase Sequence 
11. The Day I Stole My Gran From Hospital, In A Bed Delivery Van 
12. Fancy Dress 
13. The Possibilities Which Are Endless But They Don't Appear To Be 
14. Epilogue


http://markwynn.bigcartel.com/