Taking an end.

Finishes can be healthy.


The little campaign I’ve run for myself at the start of this year has finished. The 2202:2022 weeks began with a sort of creative statement of intent as an artist – How Big’s release. Which happened to come out 24 hours before the current Russian leadership launched an invasion into Ukraine and started a war. An especially sickening and incompetent one as it’s so far unfolded, three months later, still without finishing.

The night we heard, I was on duty for The Global Goals Music Roadshow and we managed to get a Russian student onto the show who spoke with barely contained anger at her own government. At the end of the show, signing off as I usually do, I found I couldn’t hold it together. And then I couldn’t get it back together.

I am still wondering what my little Ukrainian flag is for on my Twitter page, or my tears that night.

I am lumping it all together, in my head, into the one story of us right now. I’m think of the war, I’m thinking of the economics of energy and its price hikes crippling homes around the world, I’m thinking of the culture of corporate robot thinking keeping brakes on a faster transition from oil & gas, I’m thinking of the gun controls America can’t pass as children in school pay for it with their lives, I can’t stop snapping back to thinking of how naked is the corruption and incompetence and emotional disconnection of conservative politicians currently running my own country into the ground. I’m thinking of race and gender in our society and wondering how the hell some of us keep getting out of bed with any creative energy. I’m carrying around all of it, as I suspect you are in your own way. And I know it is a story of valuation.

A story of how we don’t. Value life – and our place as a unique part of it.

And I don’t know how to help end that story.

As friend Natasha Player said with tears on a post in the last 24 hours, change takes so much longer than we hope.

We value life when we’re cradling it in our arms, but systematically, structurally, habitually, it’s poverty and extractivism and corporate ownership we prefer to keep alive.


The front end.


I was trying to demonstrate my identity as an artist with a wonky bit of electro-clash scifi satire by starting with How Big back in February, but I was actually launching two concurrent other things as you know – a podcast series and a book series.

Ten weeks on, I have actually finished them. Ten conversations with remarkable people I’m very proud to have talked onto my show, and ten chapters of a book I’m satisfied to have at least drafted out into first life. And between Unsee The Future: The Hopeychattybits and UTF: How to think like an artist and change the world, I’ve been attempting to interrogate the implications of everything in Unsee that led to EP31: Solarpunk.

Is another world possible? And can art, storytelling, bring it to life in us in the era we need it to? The era of crisis? The era of life collapsing under our refusal to change.

Weeks on, test bed makings finished, I wouldn’t say that I know the answer to that. I know I spent two days with theatre artists this week, and a day with wealth leaders last week and a night at a nostalgic electro pop concert last night and I am left feeling daunted and silly for talking about how we can truly value – verb – the creativity to do something new. The new we currently seem incapable of seeing, to believe in enough to try.

And I am feeling none the wiser about my own effective place trying to encourage anything.

So I am embracing a sense of finishing, myself. In, be assured, a creative way.

A needle is scratching at the end of a record as I type.

The end of Heaven and Hell by Vangelis. As I lift the 70s lid and then the needle, it seems a moment to look forward personally with one note from personal history.

Something about his music put soul into mine at its very inception. And last week he died, aged 79.


The deep end.


In the obits to the music legend Vangelis, everyone mentions Chariots of fire, because it is as iconic a piece of film music as anything ever made – audaciously simple, evocative, electronic, soulful. By comparison, I regard his highest creative work as the score to Bladerunner in 1982 – it turns Ridley Scott’s incredible visual cyberpunk feast into a fairytale. A sweeping fantasy of sentience fighting for the right to childlike wonder. A musical feat suspended effortlessly between epic dystopian space opera and intimate magical emotional truth in a way Bladerunner 2049’s skillful pastiche of a score didn’t even attempt. It kept it cold. Vangelis was always warm, at least as I heard him in his music.

I do, however, think as much of another LP of his, from all those I still live with every day. Direct. Given to me on cassette by friend Jo, for my 18th birthday, it seemed nuts-confident in its musical ambition, creative freedom and melodic sure-footedness but most of all in its natural combination of analogue and digital synths. Roll your eyes at the geekery, do, but N O  O N E was using analogue synths in 1988, never mind alongside Emulator IIs. But, while Direct does suffer from the Great Bass Drought of the 1980s, it still reminds me how fundamentally Vangelis fanned the flames of my first inspirations into making original music.

And he showed me that music could be as soulful, as it could be transportively atmospheric.

And now his cannon of comforting creativity is also finished.

Our heroes do die. Finding myself at a Pet Shop Boys gig last night, I’m reminded how soulful their post-modern Englishness actually is and that I’m grateful they’re not done yet. But I had a political micro panic attack walking into the BIC for the show, looking around at an audience who all looked older and whiter and straighter than me.

After two days meeting remarkable people in the Dorset Artists Festival and hearing how audiences aren’t turning out for challenging live storytelling right now, I think my snobbery shock was a cattle prod to my growing hatred for nostalgia.

How the hell are we going to tell the new stories of us when no one wants to hear them?

And how the hell can I help? I am sitting with the knowledge that I don’t know. Which isn’t a great feeling with the twentieth anniversary of Momo looming.

But I think I’ve walked away from the last week’s conversations and news, and this personal season’s test work, reminded of where art starts. I find myself wondering whether artists shouldn’t be desperately trying to crank up the making machine again right now, perhaps especially while wondering how they will eat next. I am returning to the feeling that the most useful thing we can do at the moment as art-literate explorers is listen.

So I’m going to take some time to try this.

The tail end.


Having drafted a book that’s very hopeychangey in its description of art – a primal lost right of all humans – I am beginning to wonder if I just drink the Koolaid too readily. As one performance artist said straight away to me, after I’d shared about the book impromptu at the Artist Festival at Lighthouse Poole: “What about the wanky art?”

It’s dawning on me there might be a whole tandem story about how ridiculous art is.

But I don’t have the heart to write that now.

I am thinking of a number of things on the bench in front of me now. I’m thinking of the LP I have to finally finally finish, as the art that started everything for me in the last few years. I’m thinking of the grain of an idea for a one-man show I could develop, to move it out into the world and get back on the stage at long long last. I’m thinking of the lists of guests and technical upgrades I have in mind for a second series of The Hopeychattybits. I’m thinking of the blessed GG Show and what place it will have in my life, having paused it with AY for time pressures a few weeks ago. I’m thinking of my work making sense of futury storytelling for corporate clients. And I’m thinking of the book, and whether finding a publisher could unlock new worlds for me.

But what I am thinking and feeling with peace is to step back from the bench and leave all those possibilities there for a short season. In fact, step out of the room all together.

Twenty years of Momo has been a rich creative schooling. I’ve survived it, earned a bob or two along the way, made lots of things, some for me and some for others. It’s been wildly unglamorous and I’ve not yet found my place to plug in and light up my own talents exactly. It’s been a largely ignominious but often fun and skills-boostingly varied freelancer’s odyssey – and it’s left me a bit in need of defragging.

So I am taking my first ever sabatical.

A few weeks out. Off social media, away from the Memos, not trying to find work. Eking out the modest funds in the Momo account. Trying to listen in.

What is the story I think I am in? And can I, in the end, really change it?

After all, as Rina Atienza just said in a keynote speech:“Everything is a LARP – we are, live, playing roles in this game of life.”

After all the things I’ve learned finishing, I am wanting to sense the one thing I should finally begin.

The Monochronium Prophecy


Celebrating ten years of creative partnership with the artist Hazel Evans, Momo and she announce a special release – a reinterpretation of her original album exploring an epic and intimate black & white storyscape.



It’s been one of most productive and significant artistic friendships for Mr Peach’s work, but he finds it hard to believe a decade has already gone since he first worked with Hazel Evans.

“She approached me after her first exhibition of The Monochronium, just wanting a spot of her poetry recording,” says Timo. “So, smash-cut to six week’s later and the most bonkers brilliant concept album existed.”

Adventures Into The Monochronium was timed to coincide with Hazel’s second exhibition at Lighthouse, Poole’s Centre For The Arts, in May 2012, as it’s first visual artist in residence. A collabration between her and a number of artists, including Momo:tempo, the expo explored a monochrome world with many hints and impressions of narrative, reflected especially in the recordings she and Timo wrote together for visitors’ ears.

“We neither of us expected it to grow such legs so quickly,” he says, “but it was infectious – the work coming out of us, and the flow of collaborating on it. Something about it struck up a really fun artistic friendship – and we went on to explore lots of other work together.

The face of the future.

Not least of that work was Hazel putting her face and voice to Behave New World and, in turn, the first series of Unsee The Future, all flowing from Momo’s exploration of science fiction and the way it’s shaped the future. This culminated in the pocket epic testbed musical show Five Songs To Help Us Unsee The Future, with filmmaker Andy Robinson, in which Hazel took on the part of The Muse, joining Timo’s Ghost of Future Shock in guiding an audience around  stories of scifi and a different vision of tomorrow.

But alongside other works with Hazel, including projects with her then theatre group Valise Noire Storytelling Theatre, the pair returned to The Monochronium many times during the following decade, in live iterations of parts of the story and even developing a shooting script from Hazel’s first draft of the novelisation.

“It’s such a rich and inspiring story,” Timo explains. “In the times Hazel’s stayed with the lovely first lady of Momo and I to work on things, the details emerging from her writing have captivated us. And I think it shows in the work. It’s been wonderful to be part of. I wish I could tell you more about what happens in the narrative!”

Most recently, Hazel joined Timo on the last episode of his first interview series for Unsee The Future: The Hopeychattybits. “Meeting artists, solarpunks and changemakers reimagining the stories we think we’re in”, episode ten turned into a bit of a celebration of Hazel’s work and the pair’s artistic friendship, as well as an exploration of the inner landscapes of storytelling that might have much to say in times of crisis and fear.

“We went back to Lighthouse to film a special, thanks to Elspeth McBain, the centre’s director, and to Michael Hancock joining us to record a wonderful chat,” Mr Peach says. “And as ever, we had rather too much fun.”

Time for the prophecy.

But in getting together again for the first time since before the pandemic, Hazel and Momo felt there might be something to say with a celebratory re-release of the original LP.

“It’s a waypoint, ten years,” says Timo. “It feels like a midpoint moment in time – a chance to acknowledge the past and celebrate that work, but also to look forward to the implications of it yet to come.”

As such, the pair wanted to let the work speak to this collective moment in time especially, and so a re-ordering of the original pieces inspired Hazel to write some new meditations to carefully replace four of the original pieces – Prophecy Tales that imply something of the purpose and experience of The Monochronium for Hazel as an artist.

“It was tough to remove The Art Of Waiting, The Wardrobe Post Office, One Momo In Time and Transcribbling The Ages,” Momo says with sadface, “but they still exist in the canon of The Monochronium and will feature in new incarnations of any theatrical realisations of this story. They are parts of the tale. But this flow is saying something in particular, and it is beautiful as Hazel has gently re-imagined it.”

“I felt like I was almost being ministered to as Hazel added some vocals to things in the sessions” he says thoughtfully. “This is a wonderful celebration of musical artistic work I’ve always been super proud of. It’s worth 40minute and 40seconds of everyone’s time in good headphones.”

You can find The Monochronium Prophecy exclusively at Hazel Evans’ Bandcamp pages >



Being sure of how we feel.

None of us know what is going on.


I’m recalling the words of Jay Springett FRSA from his podcast 301: Permanently moved to online, no 2208: Say Act Feel.

“What can we do about things we can do absolutely nothing about? ..In order to act, one must be sure about how one feels.”

Across our work channels we are supposed to be doing things. Acting. Making. Including *a difference*. When all the signals about the futures ahead of us seem loudly inevitable.

How do you feel about that?

I have felt drained of doish energy, right in the middle of all I am doing.


The Jaymo was first onto my new show Unsee The Future: The Hopeychattybits in which I follow up how to write new stories of us, as the old ones around us burn life and hope. It builds on a UTF intro to Solarpunk – if it’s a genuinely helpful new framework for imagining alternative futures, right when we need such, how do we actually do it?

H O W do we write, make, test, live the new songs and stories of us?

How do little old you and I make life from death?

I’m exploring this first series while simultaneously writing first book – UTF: How to think like an artist and change the world. This is a big question I’m asking of all of us, because why should we imagine we can change the world? As I say in the intro to the whole thing, it sounds infantile to consider such a big act of response.

I feel it’s weight very personally, conscious that I’m not sure I can change a thing about my own life. The little world I live in.

But Jaymo suggests this: “Instead of living in a permanent end time, we must learn to live in the mean time – where we must live with the confusion and make do with partial answers. – a recognition that not one of us knows what the f*** is going on.”

This is responding like an artist. From emotional truth.

As Andy Robinson put it to me on a thread discussing Nora Bateson’s profound episode weighing up how to interact with complexity all around us: “Before you can take positive action to save anything, you first have to grieve. To understand loss. And as I have found personally,” he said, “it is perfectly possible to grieve for something not yet fully lost. And in that place, you can begin.”

My latest guest on The Hopeychattybits is well practised at beginning. Working through. Bringing to life. Founder of the Near Future Laboratory, Julian Bleecker. And his simple call, from a very intersectional creative view of life is:

“I want us to remember we have an imagination… It’s maybe the tool we can use deeply to save ourselves from ourselves.”

We live in the worlds between worlds, as Rina Atienza highlighted in episode 3. None of us know what is going on, but each of us has a truth to follow – a story trail to live into. Learning how to feel that truth’s value can bring light and warmth to you and those near you.

How else do we change worlds?

Where else can we start?

Do listen and share.


#UnseeTheFuture #Storytelling #crisis #art

The world is f***ed. So what.

I’ve only been back to art school a few times since leaving.

This week I went back to one I’d not been to before, but it was familiar. The first thing you see and smell when you walk through the front door of Kingston in Surbiton is the art supplies shop. I immediately wanted to buy paper and magic markers.

I also immediately wondered if I know anything at all about creativity.

It’s how I felt about everything except music when I was 18. Which I shared with the students as I stood in front of them a while later.

Soul sister Rina Atienza had invited me up to guest lecture in one of her classes. She’d set her class Unsee The Future as a theme and I was a bit weirded out by seeing interpretations of this phrase that had fallen out of my head by a group of young strangers. She’d sent me their initial poster designs before Christmas, but now they were working on vision boards towards a three-episode media experience.

What does Unsee The Future mean?


A designer doing standup.

Standing in front of them, I felt more conscious of needing improv skills. I was there to listen and interpret, so we’d kept it entirely loose for me. Young people can smell truth and fakery with heightened awareness, I think, and I wanted to be useful to them. Unpracticed as any kind of teacher. Rina has always said her forays into standup comedy have stood her in very good stead to manage an art philosophy class.

Truth and fakery were just some of the themes that came out of the students’ vision boards. Money, ritual, religion, faith, conspiracy, ancient prophesy and techno destruction panned around us by the time we’d met the groups and placed their work together on the walls.

“How does it make you feel, spending time with all this doomy imagery?” I asked. They gave a collective inevitable shrug to my rhetorical seeming question.

Someone had commented on the whiteboard by one of the boards: Optimisim. Haha. That’s a good one.

“We all recognise this, right?” I said. “I think it’s interesting how you’ve drawn out different themes of doom from across centuries – very interesting how you’ve intersected across that” I noted, “but we all recognise this world we’re in. This story we think we’re in.

“The world is f***ed” I said. “So what?

They all watched me.

“I think you have two jobs here now. One is practical and one is philosophical” I began. “Philosophically, so what if you know the world is ending?”

“We’re all so bored of that!” Rina interjected.

“We’re all so bored of that,” I echoed. “Now how are you going to help your audience unsee that future? Unsee the story that seems inevitable?”

“The second job is the mechanics of storytelling. How are you going to tell it and keep anyone’s interest?”


A generation wishing it could stand up.

Now, I may be wantonly uncommercial. I express my blogs and and writing as I do my music – personal, idiosyncratic, not precisely audience-driven. It feels like me and it’s made me wildly obscure and unheard of.

But, as a creative, I am still a pilgrim of storytelling. And I know good storytelling when I see it.

I asked them what they’d watched recently that grabbed them. That they couldn’t scroll past.

It unlocked a number of examples. Stories of unseen lives, from across cultures. Audio books and TV and film alike. Documentaries of truthful experiences, told compellingly in honesty. Honesty that could feed the way the story was shot, edited, paced, produced. And intriguingly, not one TikTok was mentioned; the shortform film platform may be the very school of efficient narrative engagement but when people feel hit by a deeper connection, they flow into long-form reads and listens and watches without thinking about it.

Intriguing was watching them as I threw up last week’s Global Goals Music Roadshow – #37, in which AY and I simply presented edits of our interviews at COP26. I had the sound off and was talking over the imagery of him and me bantering silently across the big screens in the lecture theatre.

While I explained a bit about some basic tricks to keep things moving, they clearly found two blokes laughing at each other across the Atlantic engaging. I told AY this later that evening, after we’d filmed the first fully live show of the new series and he was touched.

Our GGGuests find hope an optimism in each other. But that is because they so easily feel alone in wanting to stand up for positive change.

They’re not alone. Far from it. As Rina said to me over a later evening drink: “I see an image of individuals all around the margins feeling alone. But strategically placed as they may turn out to be, the whole middle could suddenly seem to flip.”

I came away from this reminded. That trying to unsee the future is a lifetime’s thing. To undo all the habits of our expectations, our systems of valuation, our hopes and clear lack of them.

But the doomsroll of the now of fearsome unrealities IS a construct in our heads. Oppression, violence, political intransigence, systemic prejudice – they’re all real. They may all wreck and defeat fragile lives, yet the culture driving them, causing them, maintaining those political systems, unchallenging those stifling robot bureaucracies, encouraging those fear-driven behaviours… that’s all a story we think we’re in.

If we can’t change that, we can’t change the way the world impacts us.

But we can.

And we must.

And if every artschool had a Rina in it, an oracle of sensemaking as a metamodern world flowers, we might begin to believe in different futures.

And not simply believe that another world is possible, but it was unstoppable.

Optimism? Yes, as truthful feelings go, that is a good one.

Momo launches “22022022” creative season.

Save the date, February 22nd. The new single from Momo:tempo is released, promoting a new series of creative interviews and accompanying book series – all to help anyone “think like an artist and change the world” in an era of crisis.


How Big is the audacious big beat new tune from Bournemouth music artist and social impact storyteller, Timo Peach – but it’s no coincidence that the B-side to this new release is a new mix of the signature tune to his idosyncratic research cast. For, after 31 foundational episodes of Unsee The Future, exploring “how to encourage the more hopeful human tomorrow” the single is a flag for its new spin-off interview series: UTF: The Hopeychattybits.

“Regular listeners to Unsee will have heard bits of Timey Blimey a lot,” says Timo of the show’s theme, “but up until now they’ll have only heard my voice on the episodes – the Hopeychattybits is about to change this.”

Being Momo, the new music release is not just releasing new music.

“Meeting artists, solarpunks and changemakers”, the new podcast is an interview series designed to show how some creatives are already “challenging the stories we think we’re in”. A theme so central to Momo’s work, it’s the title of the first book from his findings – which he is also sharing an essay chapter of each week to his mailing list, starting on the 22nd.




A guidebook to redrawing the future.

UTF: How to think like an artist and change the world is “the non-art student’s guide to what the hell art is for in an era of crisis” and explores nine practices of art that can help ordinary readers see the world around them differently. An idea vital to times that seem locked on a course to planetary destruction, thinks Timo.

“The book is a kind of codification of what researching Unsee‘s core episodes showed me – that art is what we most need, in a sense, to the change the world. Because it’s how humans change the way we see the world, including potentially the cultures that lead us down this catastrophic path” he says.

Like co-hosting The Global Goals Music Roadshow with AY Young – which is also returning next week, to EarthX TV – writing the book is as much about connecting people to other creatives, makers and ideas as anything he is making.

“It can also act as a kind of handbook to the work of some remarkable people, trying to re-imagine the future from the boring dystopias we are constantly told are inevitable. People I am lining up to talk to from the world of solarpunk and futurism in the first new UTF podcast series. I can’t wait to share their stories.”


Music to shake out the stories we think we’re in.

It all reflects the idea of finding courage to look forward with vision, in an era of crisis that a globalised 21st century society seems to have lost the capacity to do in the everyday, as Timo explored in his Christmas live talk: Is Generation X about to discover what its name stands for? And all of this stemmed from an original project that was itself, art.

The lead single, How Big, is taken from the long-in-development The Shape of Things To Hum and, like every piece on the LP that started Momo’s exploration of the future, explores a theme of science fiction – in this case, “the galactic megalomaniac”. It’s video reflects a certain power-crazed madness, but looks more like global figures closer to home than Ming The Merciless.

“I was planning to release it during Davos week,” smirks Timo, “which tells you something. But Davos was postponed until the summer. Which is disappointing for hoping to get this projected on a blimp over the Swiss alps.”

“Scifi has been teaching us the future for generations,” he adds, “but our generation is due to find the courage to write whole new stories of us. Futures we actually want to live in. This will take the courage of artists to bring alive, but solarpunk is the genre to manage this.”


How Big is out February 22nd 2022 on all digital platforms and Momo:tempo’s Bandcamp >

Unsee The Future: The Hopeychattybits EP01 debuts live the same day on Momo’s YouTube channel and later on your favourite podcast app.

UTF: How to think like an artist and change the world begins weekly from the same day for subscribers to the Momo:memos >