Drummer at 6 years old. Passed very well with Distinctions. I am also qualified to teach drums...
Self taught on the Guitar, Bass, Keyboard/Piano, Harmonica. Plus a few more instruments...
Freelance producer and music maker. I write, play and produce all my own works. I started making music 5-6 years ago and have gone on to do so ever since...
I've been an electronic musician for a few years now, using any method to make music. Using any program, tools, editors at swing my way...
I have also done some video/music projects. Creating soundtracks to mini films for friends. Also creating the sound effects for them as well. A Foley artist with electronic effects...
Influences
I don't have any influences, only drives of things to. Just having a drive to make music is enough for me, and it works...
It's all music in general, life, sound, experience, living...
Sounds Like
A plethora of electronic synths and sounds, mushed together to make a steady ear of what my sound is...
Hi I'm Lewis G. Edwards (Smoking Bunny, Calm Little Hip, b-Leed and Nocebo)...
This is a review by Eduardo Padilla
Most people are just too stubborn for their own good.
Fewer people take their obstinacy one step beyond… this can only end in disaster (often the case), or in the equivalent to hitting paydirt with a longshot bet at the race track (in the nick of time, just as sharks were ready to have their ways with you).
Lewis Edwards, a.k.a. Calm Little Hip, is one of those guys. You tell him “Look, there aint no gold in them mountains, save yourself some hassle”. He just smiles with a sly look on his face: “You’ll see”. Some time goes by and he comes back bearded, tanned cheeks, febrile yet steady light in his eyes… “What do you got there Lew?” you tell him. “Well sir” he goes “, a few months back I had a dream. And in this dream I had a house, a house built by my own hands. A house where I really could dwell, and expand at will. A place to breathe and roam around, a place to play. And it was built with the bones of AFX and Squarepusher”.
“No chance! Them jokers are deader than dead! You couldn’t even build a spitbucket with that no good sawdust!” “Well if you don’t believe me, swing by my new home, we’ll throw a bar-b-q rib party.” He hands you over a map, and next day at dusk you get on your horse and ride there. First thing you notice when you get there is the virtual absence of the fruity melodicism that was so dominant during the heyday of Intelligent Dull Music. “My melodies, I keep them trimmed… taut and tough minded, always ready for action.” “Well I reckon they are hyperkinetic… these tracks of yours.” “And hypertense too.
This one, I call him Bichus… show him your teeth boy… see? Sharp as killer pencils they are.” “Couldn’t be tenser… why, just a tiny extra turn of the screw and he’d have to gather his own guts from the floor and keep them in place with a girdle haw haw!” “Funny you should say that, cause it DOES have a girdle down there!” “…I gotta tell you Lew, I truly do respect your serene no-nonsense stance.
Most of your competitors, they just go for the bullshit random line-generator. Your boys, they sound like you actually wrote them, not your damned software. And also, they sound like you actually care, like you are truly using your heart and your noggin while writing them.” “I’m just trying to do some good music Ed.”“Aint that refreshing!” “It’s like… you know, I could have gone bombastic with Mediam to Non… it’s a 20 minute-plus monster after all… but no, I don’t go down with that see, I kept it focused and engaging, with a subtle and purposeful build-up… I wanted it to go beyond the nerd-music moniker, and this I achieved by controlled repetition and by a dynamic structure… economy, not pedantic excess of layers and detail.”
“Uh-huh, that track is funny cause… it’s too FUN to be called ambient, but also, too moodily hypnotic to be remotely danceable.” “Well… dancing is for the birds and the morons Ed.” “Aint that the truth.” “I dunno man… this music, it is funky and all, but I think it’s closer to good architecture or abstract landscape painting than to mating rituals.” “Yeah… kinda like that hyperbolic architecture they show in them fancy magazines.”
“I don’t know Ed… I don’t reckon those cats eat Captain Crunch for breakfast”.
“Oh, and you do?”
“Well yeah…. don’t you?”
“Fuck yeah.”
The sun went down, finally, with a wet thud and a stench of urine soaked ashes.
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