Hi, I’m Mark & I produce & perform electronic & ambient music under the name Field Lines Cartographer.
Sometimes it’s bucolic & soothing, sometimes it’s a bit more ominous, weird & noisy. The rough & the smooth, the light & the dark, cheese & chips. You can find me burbling about stuff on Twitter & posting photos ( usually of synthesizers ) on Instagram
My music can be found most places – Bandcamp is the best bet. If you’re interested, a take look at the Bandcamp pages of the some of the excellent labels I’ve released on: Castles In Space, Quiet Details, Woodford Halse, Soundtracking The Void & Concrete Tapes. ( You’ll also find amazing music from loads of other people here too, so take a good look ). There’s also my own Bandcamp page, which has a few oddities on it – fieldlinescartographer.bandcamp.com
You’ll also sometimes find it in actual real-life record shops & if you really must, some of it is on Spotify
Where did you come from and where are you going?
Like all of us, I came from the beautiful & unknowable pulse of the infinite cosmos, or perhaps many multiverses. In this particular realm, I then navigated my way through Jean Michel Jarre, Tangerine Dream, 2-Tone, modern jazz, acid house, Detroit techno, Public Enemy, Brian Eno…Philip K Dick, JRR Tolkien, Blade Runner, Rene Magritte, Stanley Kubrick & This Is Spinal Tap…Coventry City FC, beat-up synthesizers, piano lessons, tape recorders & mixing desks, and ultimately the wonderful city of Lancaster. A smorgasbord of elation & heartbreak, love & despair, mundanity & revelation, just like everyone I guess.
I suppose I’m going back to that mysterious, wondrous Infinite eventually, or maybe, just…nothing – the void. That’s fine too. But I’m not done quite yet – I’ve got lots of stops still to make, hopefully. You never know though.
What preoccupies your mind these days?
The usual – my amazing family, how to be a better person & a better musician. How to knuckle-down & get stuff done.
The unusual – the notion that natural selection might just have limited us to seeing what we need to survive, rather than the actual reality of things. I’m kind of obsessed with that right now – check out Prof. Donald Hoffman & have your noodle well & truly baked.
The scary constant – that we’ve fucked & are fucking this planet for ourselves & for countless species & that the system most of us live in is totally contrary to making the changes we need. We’re on a knife-edge & by the time the super rich, the corporations & the neo-libs realise that you can’t actually eat money, no matter how much of it you have, it’ll be too late.
Name a favourite taste, touch, sound, sight and smell
The taste of cumin, turmeric, mustard seeds… Indian spices, basically. My taste buds go crazy. Gorgeous.
I love that feel of warm, fresh grass as you stroke it between your fingers on a summer’s day. So soft but springy & tickly even. Perfect.
My favourite sound is probably the subsonic thrum of a cat purring – when their whole body is just vibrating & there’s that sort of singing harmonic in there too. When you sit & listen to it carefully it’s an amazing, beautiful sound. And good for your blood pressure.
I love the night sky on a perfect , dark night, especially when you can see the Milky Way. All those beautiful points of light, stretching back over aeons as you look at them from our vantage point. Endless suns, more numerous than grains of sand on all the beaches of the world. And the more you look, the more you see, your field of depth changes… it’s transcendental. I could lie-back & stare up at that forever.
The ozone smell you get after a thunderstorm. Unique, primordial. It taps into something special, like you’re smelling nature at its most visceral.
Describe one of your most vivid dreams or nightmares
The dream that inspired me to record my Dreamtides LP was incredible, so vivid… it stayed with me, more as a feeling than an actual remembrance, for days, like a shard of something stuck in my mind. I was alone on a weird beach… an uncanny coastline. Everything was made up of geometric shapes & hyper-vivid colours. It felt familiar & strange all at the same time, like I’d been there before. And it felt like something massive, something cosmic, was trying to communicate with me. It’s very hard to put into words. But I felt almost changed when I awoke. My good pal Stephen ( Polypores ) later told me that my dream was almost exactly what lots of people who have NDEs ( near death experiences ) describe when they are revived. I’d never heard that before & it freaked me out a bit.
Have you ever had an uncanny experience?
Kind of, yes I guess so. We definitely had a ‘presence’ in our house when we first moved in – a shape at the top of the stairs & the smell of cigarettes that was certainly odd. I’ve also had a couple of occasions with objects almost inexplicably going missing & despite extensive searching just literally vanishing, only to return months if not years later with no valid explanation. There are probably a few more things too. I class myself as a ‘very open-minded sceptic’ so I’m loathe to pass something off as being uncanny unless I’m sure, but the older I get the more I am certain that fucking weird shit is going on, a lot of the time & everyone knows it. It’s just whether you let it in or not really.
How does your sense of place affect the way you express yourself?
I guess it depends exactly what you mean by ‘place’, but thinking about it now, the answer is “quite a lot!” Sometimes it can very much be a real place: my recent album Tone Maps was totally inspired by another visit to Anglesey… I made lots of field recordings & took loads of photos & when I got back I just started on the album – it was a massive inspiration. And then a lot of the time the ‘place’ is an imaginary one – or in the case of the aforementioned Dreamtides a dreamed one. I often draw inspiration from places, universes that only live in my head for a while. My first album for Castles in Space was about the mythical island of Hy-Brasil & my last one on that label – This Vibrating Earth – is all about the humming, singing symphony that is the natural world. My next one is about moons…
What has particularly touched or inspired you recently?
I was in the Tate Modern a couple of months ago ( which is full of amazing stuff obviously ) but I was particularly wowed by Gerhard Richter’s collection of paintings which were themselves inspired by the work of John Cage. Utterly arresting, expansive art, really powerful up-close.
Tell us a good story, anecdote or joke
I’m not a great joke teller & a lot of my anecdotes probably stray onto dangerous ground, but I have one from when I was a young man that I can sort of redact enough detail from to avoid trouble, just…
In my days as a young apprentice in the world of live sound, I worked with a great team of guys doing an annual music mini-festival. The days were long & hard work, some of the acts were truly awful… but it was proper baptism of fire stuff & I learned a lot. Plus we had a great laugh – sound crews are sort of like bands, you become a bit of a gang, sticking together against adversity & all that.
The penultimate day of the festival we were leaving the venue late at night, totally knackered, desperate to get food & sleep. We’d parked the van up early that morning, right in the first row of parking at the venue. Another vehicle was tight in front of us, so after a quick glance in the mirrors we reversed into what had definitely been an empty space behind us earlier – we were first on the grid as it were, after all. Crunch. That horrible metal-on-metal, headlamps breaking sound you get from a low-speed automotive collision. Fuck. We jumped out of the van – a jet-black Mercedes had somehow got itself in a space that wasn’t really there. The van was untouched – the Merc had a bit of damage. Nothing too awful, but we’d definitely pranged an expensive motor. No-one was about. Not a soul. An earnest discussion was had & a decision reached. We decided that the driver of the Merc was probably a rich twat & they shouldn’t have stuck their car there in the first place. Somewhat guiltily, we drove off into the night, knowing we’d done wrong but also with a big dose of “aww, fuck it”.
The next morning we’d got there early again to do the last day’s soundchecks & stuff. We were sat having a brief tea-break in the cafe– bar when one of the promoters turned-up. Smart suit, cigar, we’d spotted him around before. He came up & generously said “can I get you lads a drink or anything ? I just wanted to say what a great job you’ve done, all my bands have said they’ve had terrific sound – thanks for your hard work…” etc. etc. He was nice guy. We chatted for a couple of minutes, asked which bands were his, whether he’d enjoyed the whole thing…blah blah…
“Yeah, it’s been great, really good. The only thing is, I got back this morning to find some bastard has pranged the front of my car & just fucked off without leaving a note or anything. Bloody livid”.
Not one of us missed a beat. Not a single quivering lip, red face…not a sign. “Oh, how awful, so sorry mate, what a shame eh… Anyway, we must crack on. See you around. Cheers”
We got backstage & howled with petrified, horrified laughter.