Oliver J Brooke

August 2013

The Next Few Steps:

Posted on August 28, 2013

Dear supporters,

As you will be aware, I have focused much of my efforts on one particular side of my performing abilities for the last few years. Specifically I have been writing and performing original songs, in the pursuit of a major record label deal.

I have for the last eighteen months been signed to Inception Productions; a small record label and artist development company based in London. During this time I co-wrote songs with double platinum producer Ryan Laubscher and had talks with major record labels.
While this remains a life long goal of mine, I decided to part ways with Inception Productions recently, in order to regain the integrity and love of performing that started me on this journey as a young boy.

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The Art Of Perception.

Posted on August 15, 2013



‘The Foole doth thinke he is wise but the wiseman knowes himselfe to be a Foole.’ (William Shakespeare: As You Like It).


‘When I was five years old, my mother always told me that the secret to life was happiness. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I said I wanted to be happy. They told me I didn’t understand the assignment. I told them they didn’t understand life’. (John Lennon).


We all love a good quote don’t we. Especially one that really speaks to us, backs up our world view and validates our choices and sense of right and wrong? But why do some quotes speak to us more than others. What is it that we feel a tangible, concise summary and articulation of our world view achieves? As a person of some modest talents, I know like many of you who are talented at something, that to a large extent this talent comes easily to you. Because it comes easily to you, you perceive it takes little effort to master the skill, therefore place on it little worth, and assume the same skill must come easily to everyone. Let me explain.

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Is music a religion?

Posted on August 1, 2013

Music and Atheism. Don’t think they have anything in common? I beg to differ.

I remember being about eight years old, sitting crossed legged on the school hall floor. Inevitably I began to daydream into and beyond it’s shiny polished veneer, when a snap of fingers and an uncompromising point, directed me to focus on the sermon of the day. The idea behind snapping me out my blissfully happy and gormless state was to make sure that I couldn’t escape having drummed into me, through the day to day, ritual process of osmosis, the lessons on how I should grow up to be a good Christian fellow one day.