About

Calamateur lives in an abandoned portastudio on the muddy banks of the Beauly Firth in the north of Scotland. He makes up songs using pieces of drift wood and the corpses of dead birds. Strange men steal them away in the night while he’s digging for scallops or sleeping on the old couch behind the eight track. In the morning he has no songs and has to start all over again. Sometimes he dreams that he’s actually married, living in a nice two storey flat over a mini market and has turned the spare bedroom into a high-tech recording studio. Since it rains a lot in Beauly and the roof of the portastudio leaks, he usual wakens from these dreams to find his face is wet and the song stealers have left the door open again