Just stumbled upon this, tucked away on an old USB stick. It was the beginnings on a rough draft of an article I started to write about Lynn and his music. He was still alive at the time. It never got finished and he never got a chance to read it....so ill put it here.... Enjoy.......... At the time of writing this, I come to the sudden realization that I have still yet to actually meet in person, this rather enigmatic artist and musician. Yet, weirdly enough, I feel as if I’ve known him for years. The knowledge of his existence first hit, when I received an email, out of the blue. I ran a small music and events label and received 3-5 items of music in my postal box per week from budding musicians looking for a break and setting out to alert all avenues of their desire to record and release and to one day take on the industry like never before. Usually, I listen to the demos and send back an email of support and encouragement or perhaps offer a tip or two to further improve and develop their sound. Sometimes I’ll review it or pass it on to a radio Dj for some airplay support. On this occasion it was the See How They Love Us CD album from the curiously named Cellar Uncle. The sender was one Lynn Morresey, who I first assumed, by the name, was a woman. The cover art caught my attention. It was different, unusual and pulled me in for a closer look. It only took the first few bars of the first song to make me leap from my chair and turn up the volume a couple more notches. It was brilliant. The sound was dark, brooding and the voice accompanying the music was tortured but powerful. I had instantly connected with this artist on so many levels that just cant fully explain. The musician had connected with this listener. Something that so many strive to do, yet so many fail in trying. His music was unique and highly eccentric, yet painfully honest and to the nerve. The Cellar Uncle was taking me on a journey. His music was more visual than aural to me and stirred something deep within. I needed to know more about this Cellar Uncle. Who was Lynn Morresey? I typed the website url listed on the CD sleeve and was directed to a website of his art works. There, in front of me, were the very same images I was picking up in my mind whilst listening to his music. The fragile twisted beings and almost demonic looking critters that played their acrylic scenarios in the boldest of colors. The circus freaks, figures of deformed human misery, curtain framed and performing tricks for our own depraved and perverted enjoyment like a serial killer clowns Punch and Judy show……
Posted on: Mon, 30 Jun 2014 09:15:20 +0000
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