Wednesday, 21 July 2021

Spiced ginger loaf cake with maple glaze

You will need:

For the loaf
Loaf tin (and liner) 
150g soft brown sugar
150g butter (or good margarine) 
3 large free range eggs 
1 teaspoon vanilla paste or extract
150g self-raising flour 
4 teaspoons ground ginger
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon 
Half a  teaspoon ground allspice

For the glaze
As much icing sugar as you dare
4 tablespoons maple syrup
Enough water to turn it into a runny mess

Preheat oven to gas mark 4 (180 degrees)
Cream the butter and sugar
Beat in the eggs and vanilla
Sift in the flour and spices, and mix well
Spoon into tin (greased and lined with baking parchment, if not using a liner)
Bake for 40-45 minutes - it's ready when a skewer inserted in the middle of the cake comes out clean
Leave in the tin, on a cooling rack
While still warm, poke a skewer a good few times all over the cake
Make up the glaze by mixing everything together
Spoon over the cooling cake and leave to set

Try to leave until it is cool, then demolish!

Tuesday, 23 February 2021

GUT - the remix EP by Mogan

I remixed amazing Cardiff-based queer artist Mogan, I'm track three. "GUT" EP is being released on 26 February.

Check it out on Bandcamp.

Monday, 31 August 2020

Tell me your story

First off let me say: black lives matter, trans lives matter, black trans lives matter. This is obvious to any right-thinking person, I know. But the time has come - to not just be not racist, not transphobic - we have to
 be anti-racist, anti-transphobic. We must stand against those who deal in hate.

I have always stood up for and hand in hand with my trans siblings. But that's not enough. Following the murder of George Floyd and the relentless hounding, othering, bullying and killing of trans people - disproportionately trans people of colour - and the horrible, hurtful words of she-who-must-not-be-named - I feel like I have to do something, I have to put my money where my mouth is.

I don't have any money, but I do have privilege so I want to use it. I'm privileged to have been able to afford to learn the skills and buy the kit needed to make films that tell stories. I want to help you tell yours.

Are you a trans person, a trans person of colour, or a gender-diverse person? Then I want to make a film with you. I was the first storyteller in the third sector in Wales, I create digital content and stories for a living. Telling stories through film and digital content is my passion.

Here's some of my work:

You might be wondering why I'm doing this. The answer's easy - it's because I give a shit.

I want to hear from you if you're a Welsh trans person

Here's a quick FAQ:

About you
You're trans
You're Welsh (born in Wales, living in Wales, speak Welsh or not. If you feel Welsh, that's good enough for me, cariad)
You're willing to share your story

What you get
My time (filming, editing)
A 5-10 minute film to do with what you want (copyright and ownership will be yours)
Social media graphics to help share your film
A new friend  and ally

How do I get in touch?
Shout me on Twitter @andygwaith
Comment on this blog (comment are moderated)

Is there a time limit?
No. I'm totally flexible. It makes sense to wait a bit due to covid, but there's no rush

Please share this with anyone. Diolch x

Wednesday, 22 April 2020

I wrote a nocturne

I've always wanted to write a nocturne, so here's my first attempt. Am I being pretentious giving it an opus number? Oh yes, totally!

I also made a slushy drone version, and another version of one of my favourite Chopin nocturnes.

"Nos" means "night" in Welsh. Free to download. 

Friday, 7 February 2020

New album - Blodeuben

“Mae brawd gan Blodeuwedd, a'i enw yw Blodeuben.”
“Blodeuwedd has a brother, and his name is Blodeuben.”

I’ve always been interested in the stories of the Mabinogion ever since my Grandmother used to tell them to me when I was small.

I’ve rewritten the story of Blodeuwedd so that she has a brother, Blodeuben, who becomes Gwydion’s lover.

“He lifted his arms and circled the remaining flowers, chanting under his breath. As he circled widdershins, the flowers began to glow again. He watched as the flowers melted together and formed the body and limbs of a beautiful young man, who sprung out of the pit into Gwydion's waiting arms.”

The Erlking is borrowed from German literature. In Wales he is
Y Gwernfrenin, and he’s here for your sons.

“Pwy sy'n marchogaeth mor hwyr trwy'r nos?
Y tad sydd yno, gyda'i blentyn tlos;
Mae'n meddwl mae’r bachgen yn iawn dan ei fraich,
Mae’n dal e’n dynn, trwy ystod y daith.”

“Who is that riding so late through the night?
The father holds his little son tight;
He thinks he’s safe, tucked under his arm,
He holds him tight, he’ll not come to harm."

The three sons of Gwydion and Gilfaethwy, born as a wolf cub, a fawn, and a wild boar piglet, are adopted by Math Mathonwy.

“Math then called the wolf and she-wolf, Gwydion and Gilfaethwy, and struck them both with his wand and they returned to their own trembling flesh.

Too scared to look at each other, unable to look at anything else.”

I wanted to make something that sounded and felt as Welsh as the tales that inspired it.

Andy x

7 tracks, plus a bonus track, for £1.

Thursday, 28 March 2019


These nocturnes were inspired by Chopin (and also the work of Hans Zimmer). I used melodies and basslines from a series of Chopin's nocturnes. I used sampled, stretched, and synthesized piano. I chopped and/or reversed the samples. I programmed harmonic and non-harmonic arpeggios, and added mathematical echoes to some of the notes. I changed the key of each sample, before collaging them together. 

Each track is named after a species of British bat. 

The album includes three bonus tracks, and a 10 page pdf booklet. The running time is two hours and 16 minutes. All for £5.

"For the first time, since he came nigh dead born
From the old womb of night, his cave forlorn
Had he left more forlorn; for the first time,
He felt aloof the day and morning’s prime—
Because into his depth Cimmerian 
There came a dream, shewing how a young man,
Ere a lean bat could plump its wintery skin,
Would at high Jove’s empyreal footstool win
An immortality, and how espouse
Jove’s daughter, and be reckon’d of his house." 

From "Endymion" by John Keats. 

I hope you enjoy listening to this as much as I enjoyed making it x

Thursday, 17 January 2019

Three EPs

These three EPs were inspired by a dream I had about booking a flight to travel into space to colonise a new planet.
Staxion. Part I of III. 

You're strapped in to your seat on the transport. You're travelling at 200 miles an hour through tunnels filled with flashing lights. Suddenly you're above ground and you can see the shuttle pointing up at the starry sky. Your life is about to change forever.

The White Swan. Part II of III.

You're finally on board, finally taking that first step. It's so fast, you don't have time to see or breathe before you're in the sky, falling through galaxies full of stars. You're put in hypersleep. Time passes. You're woken up. Multiple failures. Oxygen depleted. Collision course probable. 

"Move him into the sun— 
Gently its touch awoke him once, 
At home, whispering of fields half-sown. 
Always it woke him, even in France, 
Until this morning and this snow. 
If anything might rouse him now 
The kind old sun will know." 

From "Futility" by Wilfred Owen

Mamwlad. Part III of III.

You've arrived at your destination. You're alive. It's a whole new world from here on in. This is your home for the next 1000 years, so what do you do? Make friends, settle in, fall in love.

Saturday, 3 November 2018

Banana bread

150g demerara sugar
1 tsp vanilla extract
2 large free range eggs
2 bananas, mashed
275g self-raising flour
shake of ground ginger
shake of ground cinnamon
150g unsalted butter, melted

  • Pre-heat the oven to gas mark 3 / 170 degrees C
  • Whisk the eggs and sugar until combined, the leave for five minutes - it will go a bit frothy
  • Whisk for a few more minutes, then add the mashed banana and vanilla and whisk until combined
  • Add the flour and spices, and stir to combine
  • Add the melted butter and stir until smooth (there will be a few lumps from the bananas)
  • Pour into a large cake tin (I always use silicone) and bake for 50 minutes
  • Turn halfway round through cooking
  • Test with a skewer and if it comes out clean, it's ready
  • If not, leave for another five minutes
  • Turn out on to a cooling rack and leave to cool nearly completely (it's easier to slice when cool!)

Friday, 2 November 2018

Tuck ★★★★★

Reit, co ni off te! (Pun intended) Sa’i erioed wedi trial ysgrifennu adolygiad bilingual o’r blaen – but after seeing the glorious Tuck at Wales Millennium Centre last night (a diodde hangover effing ofnadw heddi) I thought I’d give it a go.

I’m a Welshy Welsher, but my half-German husband isn’t – yet we both understood, both got it (I did have to translate one particularly rude joke into English for him!) I fod yn onest, o’n i wrth fy modd yn eistedd right in the front (eye-to-crotch level). Beth o’n i ddim yn disgwyl though, oedd y dyfnder ac amrywiaeth o emosiynau. Laughter, yes of course; but crying? No I wasn’t expecting to cry. The scene where they were going through clothes, man alive! O’n i’n llefain fel babi. “I just want to smell her.”

What can I say about the music? Odd e’n ffantastig. I thought I knew Stifyn Parri, then he goes and does this. Ffocin el de (fel ma nhw’n dweud lan yn y Gogs)! He was so good. They all were.

I haven’t enjoyed a theatre experience as much as this since I saw Charlotte Church’s Last Mermaid.

Everything was on point, okkurr.

★★★★★ Pump sêr. Five stars. I would say go and see it, but I think it’s sold out. Good. Odd e’n ffuckin excellent.

Alun, Mared, Jess a’r criw wedi warae blinder ‘da hwn. Methu aros gweld beth sy’ nesa’.


Monday, 16 July 2018

Swedish sunshine cake


100g caster sugar
2 eggs
150g unsalted butter, melted and cooled slightly
150g self-raising flour
1 tsp vanilla paste
50g ground almonds
handful flaked almonds

Preheat oven to 200 C / Gas 6. 
Grease a 23 cm silicone cake tin and sprinkle with ground almonds.
Whisk the eggs, sugar and vanilla.
Stir in the melted, cooled butter.
Add flour; mix until smooth (it will look lumpy to begin with, keep mixing until it's smooth)
Spread the batter into the prepared tin. 
Sprinkle flaked almonds on top.
Bake for 15-20 minutes. 
Allow cake to cool slightly before removing from the tin. 
Cool completely on a wire rack. 
This cake keeps very well for up to a week in an airtight container or plastic bag.

Monday, 14 May 2018

Overheard on a saltmarsh (filmpoem)

I made a filmpoem based on a poem I've loved since I was eight years old. I still have The Puffin Book of Magic Verse that my parents bought me, the date inside is the day before Halloween 1986! I originally borrowed the book from my school library, loved it, then asked my Mam to buy it for me. She had to order it from W.H. Smith's in Llanelli, and I remember being so excited to go and fetch it.

So here is a weird little film to illustrate "Overheard on a saltmarsh" by Harold Monro.

Overheard on a saltmarsh (flmpoem) from Andy Murphy-Williams on Vimeo.

Monday, 23 April 2018

With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams...

Chocolate and honey cake with crème de marrons filling (eggless cake)

For the sponge:
90g margarine or unsalted butter
80g unrefined golden caster sugar
3 tblsp runny honey
1 tsp vanilla extract
200ml milk (not skimmed)
185g self-raising flour
20g cocoa powder
2 tsp baking powder

For the filling:
2 heaped tblsp crème de marrons
2 tblsp runny honey
2 tblsp sifted icing sugar

Preheat the oven to gas mark 5 / 190 celcius
Grease and flour two 23 cm cake tins (I always use butter and ground almonds, and silicone cake tins)
Cream the butter and sugar
Add the vanilla and honey and mix together
In a separate bowl, sift the flour, cocoa and baking powder
Add a third of the dry ingredients, and a third of the milk, and mix thoroughly
Continue until it is all mixed together
Divide between the two tins and smooth flat
Bake for 25-30 minutes, testing with a skewer at 25 minutes
Cool in the tins for 5 minutes
Then transfer to a cooling rack until completely cool

Mix the filling ingredients together until combined
Turn one of the cakes upside down
Spread with the filling
Put the other cake on top

You're done! Congratulate yourself then shove that cake in your mouth!

Tuesday, 17 April 2018

An old waltz (filmpoem)

I made a filmpoem. I've always loved watching them, and wanted to try one for myself.

An old waltz (filmpoem) from Andy Murphy-Williams on Vimeo.

Monday, 11 September 2017


Back in August, to celebrate being married for one year, Chris and I went to stay on the South Coast of England. We stayed in a little town called Rye, and went on a pilgrimage to Dungeness. 

I've wanted to go to Dungeness since I was about 15. It's where Derek Jarman lived, and where he filmed one of the greatest arthouse movies of all time, The Garden (1990).

It was totally surreal to be there, not just because the landscape itself is so strange, and alien, and beautiful - but because I was walking through The Garden. I walked where Derek Jarman's Jesus walked. I climbed the shingle hill where  characters from the film danced with torches in their hands. I picked holey stones from the beach where Tilda Swinton picked a holey stone.

Chris kept asking me if I was okay, because I was so quiet, but in all honesty - I was overwhelmed. I took photos of the beach, and I did some filming. I want to make a film about my love for Chris, coloured and influenced by Derek's work. His films have inspired me since I first heard of him when I was a teenager.

We went to see his grave, too. It was so peaceful, so lovely. I took a photo of Derek and me. Chris found me a little stone to leave on top of Derek's gravestone.

Dungeness & Rye

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