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Level of conviction in juice's/MaJiKer's genius: 10
Amount of creative activity achieved in last week: about A HUNDRED AND FIFTY
Reading / Listening: 'A Scattering' by Christopher Reid / Kevin Volans' string quartets by the Balanescu Quartet
Hair Day: Gently chlorinated (I have a season ticket to Brockwell Lido. Heaven)

I have just returned from one of the most gloriously fulfilling weeks of my life: juice were invited by songwriter/producer/vocal and body percussionist extraordinaire MaJiKer to work with him for a week at the Fondation Hartung Bergman, which is a wee bit inland from the Cote d'Azur.  A lovely cross-genre festival, Les Nuits Carrees, brings musicians to this incredible, white stone modernist house and studio, built by painter couple Hans Hartung and Anna-Eva Bergman, who lived and worked there from the '60s to the '80s. It was like living in a sort of big art-igloo surrounded by 300 year-old olive trees. Oh, and with a pool. YES!

Having a week in which to be solely focused on creating music for the four of us was sooo rudely invigorating, like having a quick scrub down with some rock salt after a freezing swim. Most of the week I was goddamn near crackling with creativity, brain gently buzzing like a sleepy bee as I went to bed, and whirring up again as soon as I opened my eyes in the morning. Between us we drummed up eighteen pieces, and I wrote fifteen poems too, having raced through Christopher Reid's A Scattering in my breaks, sitting by the pool with my customary rooiboos and vanilla tea. We would head down to the studio, with bright Hartungs splashing the walls up around us, and bring various scraps or finished pieces down to try out or improvise upon, all flattered by the chapel-like acoustic. The idea was to generate new material for the four of us, which we presented towards the end of the week - to an adoring Antibes audience no less; where do these people come from and why is not like this in the UK? The culture on the continent is sooo much more embracing and positive.

We covered so much ground in seven days. Working with MaJiKer was really fascinating; where juice might concentrate on getting the rhythms and pitches right first, he - with his producer's cap on - got us to focus much more on varying our tone and colour, celebrating the differences in our voices as well as the blend we mostly strive for, and stretching our ranges. juice concentrated chiefly on various love song covers to expand our already-commissioned set. Cue Erasure mash-ups turned into football chants, Dawn Penn into three-part sultry harmony, Kraftwerk synths on voices, Rihanna tunes in two stacks of fifths, Guns 'n' Roses with some hocketing and forest soundscapes, and some Mariah wails transformed into a load of weird electro mice. MaJiKer's work included being inspired by Georgian male voice choirs, Hebridean hymn singing, and a fiendish Bulgarian tune and body percussion riff, which meant that outside the studio we were were mostly slapping ourselves all over to try and get it right, like we were being plagued by a crowd of strangely rhythmic mozzies. We picked up some beatboxing and rain noise-making tips too. I loved the way material was reshaped through collaboration: juice wrote texts inspired by Hartung paintings, which MaJiKer then chopped up and re-arranged for some Georgian solos; and my Lullaby for the Witching Hour, already remixed for our (now AWARD-WINNING!!) album, has been processed a stage further into a 'live remix', or 'remix unmixed' for juice and electronics. Not only that but he did a lovely photoshopped job on my score to make it something new and graphic.

We were fed every day (bloody steaks, rabbit, copious plates of cheese, salads); if we weren't working, we took dips in the tepid pool - the French thought we were mad, insisting that the pool was freezing (they clearly haven't been to Brockwell Lido on an April afternoon) - or hung out in the lounge, surrounded by art books and listening to their impressive contemporary classical/jazz CD collection. Or we would just chat, about French and English politics, feminism, language, and test MaJiKer on his Mastermind-like Eurovision knowledge (he knows every winner! And can sing it!). It really was seven days of dreamlike existence... poems to follow!