Go Flux Yourself: Navigating the Future of Work (No. 16)


TL;DR: April’s Go Flux Yourself explores the rise of AI attachment and how avatars, agents and algorithms are slipping into our emotional and creative lives. As machines get more personal, the real question isn’t what AI can do. It’s what we risk forgetting about being human …

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The future

“What does relationship communication – and attachment in particular – look like in a future where our most meaningful conversations may be with digital humans?”

The robots aren’t coming. They’re already in the room, nodding along, offering feedback, simulating empathy. They don’t sleep. They don’t sigh. And increasingly, they feel … helpful.

In 2025, AI is moving beyond spreadsheets and slide decks and entering our inner lives. According to new Harvard Business Review analysis, written by co-founder of Filtered.com and author Marc Zao-Sanders, the fastest-growing use for generative AI isn’t work but therapy and companionship. In other words, people are building relationships with machines. (I’ve previously written about AI companions – including in June last year.)

Some call this disturbing. Others call it progress. At DTX Manchester earlier this month, where I moderated a panel on AI action plans on the main stage (and wrote a summary of my seven takeaways from the event), the conversation was somewhere in between. One question lingered among the panels and product demos: how will we relate to one another when technology becomes our emotional rehearsal partner?

This puzzler is no longer only theoretical. RealTalkStudio, founded by Toby Sinclair, provides AI avatars that help users prepare for hard conversations: delivering bad news, facing conflict, and even giving feedback without sounding passive-aggressive. These avatars pick up on tone, hesitation, and eye movement. They pause in the right places, nod, and even move their arms around.

I met Toby at DTX Manchester, and we followed up with a video call a week or so later, after I’d road-tested RealTalkStudio. The prompts on the demo – a management scenario – were handy and enlightening, especially for someone like me, who has never really managed anyone (do children count?). They allowed me to speak with my “direct report” adroitly, to achieve a favourable outcome for both parties. 

Toby had been at JP Morgan for almost 11 years until he left to establish RealTalkStudio in September, and his last role was Executive Director of Employee Experience. Why did he give it all up?

“The idea came from a mix of personal struggle and tech opportunity,” he told me over Zoom. “I’ve always found difficult conversations hard – I’m a bit of a people pleaser, so when I had to give feedback or bad news, I’d sugarcoat it, use too many pillow. My manager [at JP Morgan] was the opposite: direct, no fluff. That contrast made me realise there isn’t one right way – but practise is needed. And a lot of people struggle with this, not just me.”

The launch of ChatGPT, in November 2022, prompted him to explore possible solutions using technology. “Something clicked. It was conversational, not transactional – and I immediately thought, this could be a space to practise hard conversations. At first, I used it for myself: trying to become a better manager at JP Morgan, thinking through career changes, testing it as a kind of coach or advisor. That led to early experiments in building an AI coaching product, but it flopped. The text interface was too clunky, the experience too dull. Then, late last year, I saw how far avatar tech had come.” 

Suddenly, Toby’s idea felt viable. Natural, even. “I knew the business might not be sustainable forever, but for now, the timing and the tech felt aligned. I could imagine it being used for manager training, dating, debt collectors, airline … so many use cases.”

Indeed, avatars are not just used in work settings. A growing number of people – particularly younger generations – are turning to AI to rehearse dating, for instance. Toby has been approached by an Eastern European matchmaking service. “They came to me because they’d noticed a recurring issue, especially with younger men: poor communication on dates, and a lack of confidence. They were looking for ways to help their clients – mainly men – have better conversations. And while practice helps, finding a good practice partner is tricky. Most of these men don’t have many female friends, and it’s awkward to ask someone: ‘Can we practise going on a date?’ That’s where RealTalk comes in. We offer a realistic, judgment-free way to rehearse those conversations. It’s all about building confidence and clarity.”

These avatars flirt back. They guide you through rejection. They help you practise confidence without fear of humiliation. It’s Black Mirror, yes. But also oddly touching. On one level, this is useful. Social anxiety is rising. Young people in particular are navigating a digital-first emotional landscape. An AI avatar offers low-risk rehearsal. It doesn’t laugh. It doesn’t ghost.

On another level, it’s deeply troubling. The ability to control the simulation – to tailor responses, remove ambiguity, and mute discomfort – trains us to expect real humans to behave predictably, like code. We risk flattening our tolerance for emotional nuance. If your avatar never rolls its eyes or forgets your birthday, why tolerate a flawed, chaotic, human partner?

When life feels high-stakes and unpredictable, a predictable conversation with a patient, programmable partner can feel like relief. But what happens when we expect humans to behave like avatars? When spontaneity becomes a bug, not a feature?

That’s the tension. These tools are good, and only improving. Too good? The quotation I started this month’s Go Flux Yourself with comes from Toby, who has a two-year-old boy, Dylan. As our allotted 30 minutes neared its end, the hugely enjoyable conversation turned philosophical, and he posed this question: “What does relationship communication – and attachment in particular – look like in a future where our most meaningful conversations may be with digital humans?”

It’s clear that AI avatars are no longer just slick customer service bots. They’re surprisingly lifelike. Character-3, the latest from Hedra, mimics micro-expressions with startling accuracy. Eyebrows arch. Shoulders slump. A smirk feels earned.

This matters because humans are built to read nuance. We feel it when something’s off. But as avatars close the emotional gap, that sense of artifice starts to slip. We begin to forget that what we engage with isn’t sentient – it’s coded.

As Justine Moore from Andreessen Horowitz stressed in an article outlining the roadmap for avatars (thanks for the tip, Toby), these aren’t talking heads anymore. They’re talking characters, designed to be persuasive. Designed to feel real enough.

So yes, they’re useful for training, coaching, even storytelling. But they’re also inching closer to companionship. And once a machine starts mimicking care, the ethics get blurry.

Nowhere is the ambivalence more acute than in the creative industries. The spectre of AI-generated music, art, and writing has stirred panic among artists. And yet – as I argued at Zest’s Greenwich event last week – the most interesting possibilities lie in creative amplification, not replacement.

For instance, the late Leon Ware’s voice, pulled from a decades-old demo, now duets with Marcos Valle on Feels So Good, a track left unfinished since 1979. The result, when I heard it at the Jazz Cafe last August, when I was lucky enough to catch octogenarian Valle, was genuinely moving. Not because it’s novel, but because it’s human history reassembled. Ware isn’t being replaced. He’s being recontextualised.

We’ve seen similar examples in recent months: a new Beatles song featuring a de-noised John Lennon; a Beethoven symphony completed with machine assistance. Each case prompts the same question: is this artistry, or algorithmic taxidermy?

From a technical perspective, these tools are astonishing. From a legal standpoint, deeply fraught. But from a cultural angle, the reaction is more visceral: people care about authenticity. A recent UK Music study found that 83% of UK adults believe AI-generated songs should be clearly labelled. Two-thirds worry about AI replacing human creativity altogether.

And yet, when used transparently, AI can be a powerful co-creator. I’ve used it to organise ideas, generate structure, and overcome writer’s block. It’s a tool, like a camera, or a DAW, or a pencil. But it doesn’t originate. It doesn’t feel.

As Dean, a community member of Love Will Save The Day FM (for whom my DJ alias Boat Floaters has a monthly show called Love Rescue), told me: “Real art is made in the accidents. That’s the magic. AI, to me, reduces the possibility of accidents and chance in creation, so it eliminates the magic.”

That distinction matters. Creativity is not just output. It’s a process. It’s the struggle, the surprise, the sweat. AI can help, but it can’t replace that.

Other contributions from LWSTD members captured the ambivalence of AI and creativity – in music, in this case, but these viewpoints can be broadened out to the other arts. James said: “Anything rendered by AI is built on the work of others. Framing this as ‘democratised art’ is disingenuous.” He noted how Hayao Miyazaki of Studio Ghilbli expressed deep disgust when social media feeds became drowned in AI-parodies of his art. He criticised it as an “insult to life itself”.

Sam picked up this theme. “The Ghibli stuff is a worrying direction of where things can easily head with music – there’s already terrible versions of things in rough styles but it won’t be long before the internet is flooded with people making their own Prince songs (or whatever) but, as with Ghibli, without anything beyond a superficial approximation of art.”

And Jed pointed out that “it’s all uncanny – it’s close, but it’s not right. It lacks humanity.”

Finally, Larkebird made an amusing distinction. “There are differences between art and creativity. Art is a higher state of creativity. I can add coffee to my tea and claim I’m being creative, but that’s not art.”

Perhaps, though, if we want to glimpse where this is really headed, we need to look beyond the avatars and look to the agents, which are currently dominating the space.

Ray Smith, Microsoft’s VP of Autonomous Agents, shared a fascinating vision during our meeting in London in early April. His team’s strategy hinges on three tiers: copilots (assistants), agents (apps that take action), and autonomous agents (systems that can reason and decide).

Imagine an AI that doesn’t just help you file expenses but detects fraud, reroutes tasks, escalates anomalies, all without being prompted. That’s already happening. Pets at Home uses a revenue protection agent to scan and flag suspicious returns. The human manager only steps in at the exception stage.

And yet, during Smith’s demo … the tech faltered. GPU throttling. Processing delays. The AI refused to play ball.

It was a perfect irony: a conversation about seamless automation interrupted by the messiness of real systems. Proof, perhaps, that we’re still human at the centre.

But the direction of travel is clear. These agents are not just tools. They are colleagues. Digital labour, tireless and ever-present.

Smith envisions a world where every business process has a dedicated agent. Where creative workflows, customer support, and executive decision-making are all augmented by intelligent, autonomous helpers.

However, even he admits that we need a cultural reorientation. Most employees still treat AI as a search box. They don’t yet trust it to act. That shift – from command-based to companion-based thinking – is coming, slowly, then suddenly (to paraphrase Ernest Hemingway).

A key point often missed in the AI hype is this: AI is inherently retrospective. Its models are trained on what has come before. It samples. It predicts. It interpolates. But it cannot truly invent in the sense humans do, from nothing, from dreams, from pain.

This is why, despite all the alarmism, creativity remains deeply, stubbornly human. And thank goodness for that.

But there is a danger here. Not of AI replacing us, but of us replacing ourselves – outsourcing our process, flattening our instincts, degrading our skills, compromising originality in favour of efficiency.

AI might never write a truly original poem. But if we rely on it to finish our stanzas, we might stop trying.

Historian Yuval Noah Harari has warned against treating AI as “just another tool”. He suggests we reframe it as alien intelligence. Not because it’s malevolent, but because it’s not us. It doesn’t share our ethics. It doesn’t care about suffering. It doesn’t learn from heartbreak.

This matters, because as we build emotional bonds with AI – however simulated – we risk assuming moral equivalence. That an AI which can seem empathetic is empathetic.

This is where the work of designers and ethicists becomes critical. Should emotional AI be clearly labelled? Should simulated relationships come with disclaimers? If not, we risk emotional manipulation at industrial scale, especially among the young, lonely, or digitally naive. (This recent New York Times piece, about a married, 28-year-old woman in love with her CPT, is well worth a read, to show how easy – and frightening, plus costly – it is to become attached to AI.)

We also risk creating a two-tier society: those who bond with humans, and those who bond with their devices.

Further, Harari warned in an essay, published in last Saturday’s Financial Times Weekend, that the rise of AI could accelerate political fragmentation in the absence of shared values and global cooperation. Instead of a liberal world order, we gain a mosaic of “digital fortresses”, each with its own truths, avatars, and echo chambers. 

Without robust ethics, the future of AI attachment could split into a thousand isolated solitudes, each curated by a private algorithmic butler. If we don’t set guardrails now, we may soon live in a world where connection is easy – and utterly empty.

The present

At DTX Manchester this month, the main-stage AI panel I moderated felt very different from those even last year. The vibe was less “what is this stuff?” and more “how do we control the stuff we’ve already unleashed?”

Gone are the proof-of-concept experiments. Organisations are deploying AI at scale. Suzanne Ellison at Lloyds Bank described a knowledge base now used by 21,000 colleagues, reducing information retrieval by half and boosting customer satisfaction by a third. But more than that, it’s made work more human, freeing up time for nuanced, empathetic conversations.

Likewise, the thought leadership business I co-founded last year, Pickup_andWebb, uses AI avatars for client-facing video content, such as a training programme. No studios. No awkward reshoots. Just instant script updates. It’s slick, smart, and efficient. And yes, slightly unsettling.

Dominic Dugan of Oktra, a man who has spent decades designing workspaces, echoed that tension. He’s sceptical. Most post-pandemic office redesigns, he argues, are just “colouring in”– performative, superficial, Instagram-friendly but uninhabitable. We’ve designed around aesthetics, not people.

Dugan wants us to talk about performance. If an office doesn’t help people do better work, or connect more meaningfully, what’s the point? Even the most elegantly designed workplace means little if it doesn’t accommodate the emotional messiness of human interaction – something AI, for all its growth, still doesn’t understand.

And yet, that fragility of our human systems – tech included – was brought into sharp relief in these last few days (and is ongoing, at the time of writing) when an “induced atmospheric vibration” reportedly caused widespread blackouts in Spain and Portugal, knocking out connectivity across major cities for hours, and in some cases days. No internet. No payment terminals. No AI anything. Life slowed to a crawl. Trains stopped. Offices went dark. Coffee shops switched to cash, or closed altogether. It was a rare glimpse into the abyss of analogue dependency, a reminder that our digital lives are fragile scaffolds built on uncertain foundations.

The outage was temporary. But the lesson lingers: the more reliant we become on these intelligent systems, the greater our vulnerability when they fail. And fail they will. That’s the nature of systems. But it’s also the strength of humans: our capacity to improvise, to adapt, to find ways around failure. The more we automate, the more we must remember this: resilience cannot be outsourced.

And that brings me to my own moment of reinvention.

This month I began the long-overdue overhaul of my website, oliverpickup.com. The current version – featuring a photograph on the home page of me swimming in the Regents Park Serpentine at a shoot interviewing Olympic triathlete Jodie Stimpson, goggles on upside down – has served me well, but it’s over a decade old. Also people think I’m into wild swimming. I’m not, and detest cold water. 

(The 2015 article in FT Weekend has one of my favourite opening lines: “Jodie Stimpson is discussing tactical urination. The West Midlands-based triathlete, winner of two Commonwealth Games golds last summer, is specifically talking about relieving herself in her wetsuit to flood warmth to the legs when open-water swimming.”) 

But it’s more than a visual rebrand. I’m repositioning, due to FOBO (fear of becoming obsolete). The traditional freelance model is eroding, its margins squeezed by algorithmic content and automated writing. While it might not have the personality, depth, and nuance of human writing, AI doesn’t sleep, doesn’t bill by the hour, and now writes decently enough to compete. I know I can’t outpace it on volume. So I have to evolve. Speaking. Moderating. Podcasting. Hosting. These are uniquely human domains (for now).

The irony isn’t lost on me: I now use AI to sharpen scripts, test tone, even rehearse talks. But I also know the line. I know what cannot be outsourced. If my words don’t carry me in them, they’re not worth publishing.

Many of us are betting that presence still matters. That real connection – in a room, on a stage, in a hard conversation – will hold value, even as screens whisper more sweetly than ever.

As such, I’m delighted to have been accepted by Pomona Partners, a speaker agency led by “applied” futurist Tom Cheesewright, whom I caught up with over lunch when at DTX Manchester. I’m looking forward to taking the next steps in my professional speaking career with Tom and the team.

The past

Recently, prompted by a friend’s health scare and my natural curiosity, I spat into a tube and sent off the DNA sample to ancestry.com. I want to understand where I come from, what traits I carry, and what history pulses through me.

In a world where AI can mimic me – my voice, writing style, and image – there’s something grounding about knowing the real me. The biological, lived, flawed, irreplaceable me.

It struck me as deeply ironic. We’re generating synthetic selves at an extraordinary rate. Yet we’re still compelled to discover our origins: to know not just where we’re going, but where we began.

This desire for self-knowledge is fundamental. It sits at the heart of my CHUI framework: Community, Health, Understanding, Interconnectedness. Without understanding, we’re at the mercy of the algorithm. Without roots, we become avatars.

Smith’s demo glitch – an AI agent refusing to cooperate – was a reminder that no matter how advanced the tools, we are still in the loop. And we should remain there.

When I receive my ancestry results, I won’t be looking for royalty. I’ll be looking for roots. Not to anchor me in the past, but to help me walk straighter into the future. I’ll also share those findings in this newsletter. Meanwhile, I’m off to put tea in my coffee.

Statistics of the month

📈 AI is boosting business. Some 89% of global leaders say speeding up AI adoption is a top priority this year, according to new LinkedIn data. And 51% of firms have already seen at least a 10% rise in revenue after implementation.

🏙️ Cities aren’t ready. Urban economies generate most of the world’s GDP, but 44% of that output is at risk from nature loss, recent World Economic Forum data shows. Meanwhile, only 37% of major cities have any biodiversity strategy in place. 🔗

🧠 The ambition gap is growing. Microsoft research finds that 82% of business leaders around the globe say 2025 is a pivotal year for change (85% think so in the UK). But 80% of employees feel too drained to meet those expectations. 🔗

📉 Engagement is slipping. Global employee engagement is down to 21%, according to Gallup’s latest State of the Global Workplace annual report (more on this next month). Managers have been hit hardest – dropping from 30% to 27% – and have been blamed for the general fall. The result? $438 billion in lost productivity. 🔗

💸 OpenAI wants to hit $125 billion. That’s their projected revenue by 2029 – driven by autonomous agents, API tools and custom GPTs. Not bad for a company that started as a non-profit. 🔗

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Best of Boat Floaters 2020 – for Meet Bernard

“Freak storm comes.” This refrain, layered on top of the track’s sense of loss, powerlessness and restriction in Idris Ackamoor and The Pyramids’ When Will I See You Again? – which concludes the exclusive Meet Bernard mix of my Boat Floaters Best of 2020 – works neatly as a three-word summary of the most complex and chaotic year in history.

Some 1,783,100 million deaths have been attributed to coronavirus, at the time of writing. And while that’s a tiny fraction of the 7.8 billion humans alive today, the pandemic has touched every element of our lives, and choked many of them. Paradoxically, the coronavirus outbreak has set us free and opened minds. It has exposed and exploded outdated systems and antiquated mores, and triggered meaningful transformation across the globe.

Selecting just 20 songs for 2020 was always going to be challenging (and here is the 46-track, 226-minute longlist on a Spotify playlist). But having scrolled through my monthly Spotify playlists for Meet Bernard it has been fascinating to see what tunes were floating my boat at a given month, and how the sonic salve I sought to soothe my soul shifted with global events.

Music truly has been my sanctuary in the last nine months. I’ve listened to – and discovered – more music, both ancient and new, than in any other year. I’ve unearthed countless decades-old gems. And with artists locked down and not gigging it has enabled the time, space and emotion to produce a trove of fresh, enriching tracks.

This 20-track mix features artists from Africa, the Caribbean, North and South America, Scandinavia, as well as elsewhere in Europe, and much closer to home, in London. To me, all the tracks are standalone delights, and I could pen detailed blurbs on every one. But highlights of these highlights are as follows …

I simply had to begin the set with Cándido’s 1979 classic Thousand Finger Man. Yes, it is an awesome set-starter. But the unparalleled, innovative Cuban percussionist died, aged 99, in November, so this is a homage to him and his unique talent.

The secretive SAULT, supposedly fronted by London vocalist Cleo Sol, has seasoned 2020 with two incredible, tone-perfect albums, UNTITLED (Black Is) – which you can download on Bandcamp at any price – and UNTITLED (Rise). From the latter comes Free, a brilliant track about shorn independence and the need for connection and collaboration. 

I love French “Afropean” duo DjeuhDjoah & Lieutenant Nicholson, and in the April-released Caipirinha, a nod to Brazil, it’s coolness served in a cocktail glass.

The return of hip-hop collective Quakers, later in the year, was welcome, too. With South African legend Sampa The Great on rapping duty, Approach With Caution captures how many of us have felt at the tensest times this year. 

Danish singer-songwriter Astrid Engberg’s jazzy soul track Daylight, which speaks of a brighter tomorrow after a heavy night, has been an earworm ever since it was released in September. 

Elsewhere, there is succour to be found in Hamburg-based ensemble Bacao Rhythm & Steel Band’s new version of Erykah Badu’s The Healer, and more steelpan goodness in Steel Band de la Trinidad’s much-older arrangement of Coming Home.

I had to include the original and best version of Money’s Too Tight (To Mention), released in 1982 by the Valentine Brothers, for all the musicians struggling to make ends meet in 2020. It’s also a superb funk track. 

The aforementioned When Will I See You Again? ends the 87-minute mix. I am not alone in wishing to see Ackamoor and his nonpareil group live again, and sooner rather than later. 

Finally, thanks to Ryan and Dani for offering an opportunity to make sense of and showcase my monthly musical mystery touring. If we learn only one thing from 2020 it is that collaboration and supporting others is critical. Together we are stronger.

Here’s hoping for fewer freak storms in 2021. Good luck to you and your nearest and dearest.

Yours in music,

Ollie (Boat Floaters)

Matthew Halsall: the trumpet virtuoso is striving to bring jazz music into a contemporary realm

Matthew Halsall takes to the stage in the open-air amphitheatre on a blissful Mediterranean evening. It’s July in the south of France and behind the young trumpeter, whose trademark worker’s cap is pulled over his eyes, the ochre sunset oozes into the sea as fishing boats rock lazily to shore.

Armed with a plastic cup of rosé in hand, conditions are perfect to hear to one of the most pioneering jazz musicians of his generation. Halsall needs little time to float the audience away. His tunes are soulful and spiritual, deep and subtle, yet bob along pleasingly, melodically.

Twenty-three years after first blowing his favoured instrument at the age of six, he has developed a playful and haunting style which has the potency to elevate jazz back in to the public consciousness. After a spellbinding 90 minutes he takes a coy bow and grins. “It’s magical to be here, thanks for listening,” he says before we rise from our stone seats to applaud, feeling privileged to witness such precocious mastery.

After his performance at Worldwide Festival in Sète, near Montpellier, the Manchester-based maestro sips a Dark ‘n’ Stormy and tells us: “That was one of the most special gigs I’ve played. I don’t play that many, so are all important in a way, but that was something else.”

Six-year-old Matthew had decided he wanted to throw all his energy into mastering the trumpet after his parents took him to a jazz gig to watch the big band he would eventually star in, the Wigan Youth Jazz Orchestra. And after realising his calling Halsall found school a struggle – “it was a diversion for me and I got quite irritated and angry” – and became close to veering off the rails.

“I was in with a bad bunch of kids and got in to a lot of trouble. Combined with hanging around with big northerners in a brass band, it was a lethal cocktail.”

His potential was spotted early and following two years in the Wigan Youth Jazz Orchestra, aged 14 he first toured the world with the big band. He was the youngest by five years. “I had to learn how to cope with drinking, and fast,” he says.

However, through music and after moving, at 15, to the Maharishi Free School in west Lancashire, which encouraged meditation and taught Eastern philosophy, he turned his fortunes around. “After going from E and F grades, I actually gained six GCSEs.”

The northerner, who turned 29 in September and is due to release his fourth solo album in mid-October, is also an established DJ and founded his own record label in 2007. Arguably his biggest challenge, however, is making jazz accessible and popular with the current generation of listeners.

After moving to Liverpool to live alone aged 17, Halsall started to mature and studied sound engineering at Liverpool Institute for Performing Arts. By his mid-20s, now in Manchester, he had cut back on his partying and, as he says, “started to really focus on my production and the creativity side. I felt as though I needed to play music for my generation and the generations just above me. The time was right to make my own jazz music.”

Showing impressive acumen he established Gondwana Records, which he still runs from an office in his house, and did not need to compromise his sound. Calling in favours and the help of his graphic designer brother Daniel, who does all his album artwork, Halsall brought out his debut record, Sending My Love, in 2008. It immediately grabbed the attention, and was soon followed by Colour Yes and On The Go.

His latest release is Fletcher Moss Park (named after the place he spends most of his time composing), and as his star continues its impressive ascent Halsall reveals his “dream goal”. He says: “I want do an amazing album that has solo piano tunes, orchestra tunes, jazz tunes. The task will be trying to make it sound like an album. I want to take my time and put my heart, personality and soul in to it.

“The problem is saying you are a jazz trumpet player to the younger, student generation – it’s probably the kiss of death. Immediately they think of cheesy cabaret-esque quartets who are very self-indulgent. I just have to try and make it as current as possible.”

This youthful talent, in his humble way, has the potential, ambition and backing to scale new heights in the genre, and possibly become one of the standout jazz heroes of his time.

This article first appeared in Crack in October 2012

Gilles Peterson’s Worldwide Awards 2012 – as it happened

Gilles Peterson has been a tireless champion of music of a left-field bent for over twenty years now. From being the main exponent of the acid jazz scene through pirate radio in the 80’s to his weekly Worldwide show on Radio 1, Gilles has been a constant presence at the forefront of world music for over two decades.

Fittingly then, Gilles has taken it upon himself to helm the Worldwide Awards, celebrating the music he has worked so tirelessly to champion. Here we have a minute by minute, blow by blow account of how the day panned out for the man himself.

9am Pressed snooze on the alarm clock. The Worldwide Awards warm-up party at XOYO had been a bit too lively! It had featured Toronto-based jazzers BADBADNOTGOOD, local group 2Morrows Victory, out-there German Flako / Dirg Gerner and Lefto, the Brussels DJ with impeccable style. Pass the Alka-Seltzer!

Meanwhile at Koko, Gilles’s team rock up at the venue and begin sound checking – with six live performances and seven DJs to please it’s a long old day.

5pm With less than two hours before the first act, Southampton-based twiddler Gang Colours begins and Gilles arrives at Koko for a quick run-through.

6pm Wearing a Roger Federer-esque white blazer he is happy with the preparations and, with Lefto and long-time east London buddy Earl Zinger, hops into neighbouring Japanese restaurant Asakusa and tucks into some eel – but no booze. “Just green tea; I know there will be plenty of time for alcohol later. I need to pace myself,” he jokes with Mixmag.

7.30-8.15pm Peterson catches the end of Gang Colours and welcomes on stage, “a colourful Swiss lad who loves hiking”, Dimlite, whose new album Grimm Reality has received critical acclaim, largely thanks to the BBC Radio1 DJ bigging up his countryman. Later he tells Mixmag: “Dimlite was the highlight of the night, for me.” 

Hudson

8.15-9.15pm DJs Zane Lowe, Hudson Mohawke and Lefto spin the crowd, which is beginning to fill the old theatre to capacity, in to a lather while Peterson cracks open a couple of beers and greets guests, introducing those that haven’t met before to one another. “This is what it is all about: the fusion of generations. Problem is it’s always the oldies who make the most of the champagne, and it was the same again this year with The Pyramids!”

9.15pm The Ohio-based psychedelic jazz quintet wow the crowd with a magical performance, and show no signs of the bubbles they have been quaffing down as they snake through the crowd. 

ThePyramids

10.15pm After a quick set change, accompanied by DJ Kutmah showcasing his talents, the newly crowned BBC’s Sound of 2012, Michael Kiwanuka is welcomed on stage by Peterson. He slows the pace of the evening down, but his soulful lyrics and acoustic guitar are soon replaced and cranked up by another Lefto set before the Awards presentation.

11.15pm Peterson, having managed to pinch a swig or two of champers, takes centre stage announcing the winners, which included Kiwanuka (best session); SBTRKT (album); Matthew Halsall (jazz album) and Adele whose ‘Rollin’ In The Deep’ (Jamie XX remix) wins track of the year.

11.45pm Thundercat, who just missed out to SBTRKT in the best album category, was up next. By now, following the formalities, the crowd are ready to truly dance, and with Jamie XX wowing with a half-hour DJ set before SBTRKT takes to the stage the party is in full swing. 

BashmoreWorldwide

1.15am Julio Bashmore plays a 45-minute set and by now it’s beginning to get a little messy. Just in time for the band who Peterson has been bigging up most in recent weeks, BADBADNOTGOOD, to take the stage. “It was pretty funny – they are so young and extravagantly talented that two of their group had to head back to Canada and be in school on the Monday morning,” Peterson jokes. The crowd, still nearly at capacity, gave suitable encouragement.

2.30pm Koreless ended the night’s music, and Peterson heading homeward knowing that the Worldwide Awards had been a great success once again. Game, set and match!

This article was first published in Mixmag in February 2012

‘Peanut butter and a lot of sex’ – the secret to anti-ageing, according to Roy Ayers

Everybody loves Everybody Loves the Sunshine, with its warm, sexy, feel-good vibraphone vibes, falsetto synth and uplifting piano. And the man who released it 37 years years ago, Roy Ayers, is still basking in the heat from that 1976 mega hit. 

For inquisitive listeners, though, Sunshine is simply the gateway track into Ayers’ funky world, and it’s a richly mystical and rewarding voyage. His vast back catalogue offers songs which are all sun-dappled and brimming with free love, almost without exception. He’s a happy, cool cat from Los Angeles and an evening with him live, a hand-held stroll through his sunshine paradise, is bliss.

Last week Ayers, at the grand age of 72, revisited his favourite London haunt, Camden’s Jazz Cafe, for a glowing three-night sell-out run. When we last saw him at the intimate venue – ideal for a man who loves to interact with his audience, as Ayers does – a couple of years ago, he said: “Admit it ladies, I don’t look any older than 50. You know what the secret is? Peanut butter, only the crunchy kind though. And a LOT of sex.”

Once again, he played the unscrupulous seducer, the LA Lothario, and there’s no signs of him wanting to slow down, on or off stage. It’s an utter delight to watch. Much like 007 fans leave the cinema after Skyfall feeling very Bond, all intense, darting eyes and pumping testosterone, Ayers casts his magic over the audience, though with a rather more amourous outcome.

On this occasion, wearing a black shirt, yellow pinstripe blazer, an African kufi cap and narrow sunglasses, the spiritual showman’s songs – more about love gained than lost – were punctuated by a playful, flirty narrative, with a reflective undertone. “Most of you out there are not my age, but let me tell you it’s good to be on the planet aged 72,” he beamed. “I first toured here in 1976, and now it feels like I live in the UK. I’m grateful for your acceptance. Britain is my number one market in the world.”

While you might think “I bet he says that to all the crowds” he followed it up with: “I want to thank Holiday Inn for their service over the years. Thanks for the lice! No, seriously, it’s been a wonderful trip. I’m enjoying the hell out of it!”

He then spoke about his two wives, before amusingly kicking into I Wanna Touch You Baby. And as his 90-minute set neared its end he showed off his incredibly high energy levels for a septuagenarian, performing a quick-paced medley of three of his biggest tunes: Can’t You See MeRunning Away; and Evolution.

There was the odd reminder that the world has spun a few times since the 1970s, when Ayers’ star was skyrocketed by his distinctive sound. At one point, for example, he accidentally turned off his MalletKAT Pro vibraphone midway though a song, but he had the calm charisma to breeze through, and all with a winning smile. For those lucky enough to see him live at Jazz Cafe this was a real, rare treat, made all the more precious as the shadows on this fantastic musician’s life grow longer.

This article was first published in Crack in January 2013