Thursday 7 October 2010

Royal Academy pavement paintings. Ben Wilson.

Christian Banfield spotted these on the pavement outside the royal Academy this morning. They are tiny; 2" diameter.  Can anyone shed light on them?





Photographs: Christian Banfield  http://www.schmick.tv/

UPDATE. November 2013:  It seems they are the work of Ben Wilson. http://foroneweekonly.com/Artists/Ben-Wilson

Wednesday 6 October 2010

Career changes, bosomly love and The palpable wince.

Jan called round today. He is in trouble for all sorts of reasons not least because of the Luz Morales fiasco.


'I am undergoing a career change'.  He stated.


I asked for an explanation. He provided one: ' I am changing the direction in which I am careering uncontrollably Tristan.  I have discovered by accident what goes through the mind of a 15 year old boys Matronly aunt as she spits on her hanky prior to wiping from his mouth the detritus of a hastily eaten fish supper in a Surrey road house car park.'


That. I said, does not sound healthy Jan!


'It is the product of bosomly love Tristan! elderly poets on the brink of their expiry dates are subject to many manifests of bosomly love.  It is a form of bullying. It brings offers of chicken soup (dumplings or no dumplings) and 4 dimensional hugs  But when you get to my age what appears to a schoolboy as a matronly aunt is in fact (in terms of age percentiles) a very hot young babe'.


He went on: 'Bosomly love is causing a massive career change in me Tristan'.


'Bosomly love has me wringing my hands; the hands of a once doubting Thomas when it came to women.... This Thomas is no longer in doubt. this Thomas has seen into Matrons soul'.


when did Luz get her promotion? I asked.


'Yesterday.  She became a matron yesterday!'


The wince is palpable.

Tuesday 5 October 2010

NHS Scandal of hospital panic buttons connected to buzzer in Spanish Bordello .

It was revealed today that the 'panic button' beside the hospital bed of 112 year old Artist and philosopher Jan Nieupjur actually sounded a buzzer in a Spanish Bordello in Marbella.


Nurse Luz Morales (38 DD) declined to answer questions while posing for photographs.

Who Put the Benzadrine in Mrs Murphys Ovaltine? - Harry "The Hipster" Gi...

Stunning Art Fraud discovered in Paris flat.




A stunning rip off of a newspaper article about a painting was found today in a spurious blog:


Parisian flat containing €2.1 million painting lay untouched for 70 years

For 70 years the Parisian apartment of Jan Nieupjur's favourite squeeze and muse had been left uninhabited, under lock and key, the rent faithfully paid but no hint of what was inside

But when Mona Hebuterne died recently aged 91, experts were tasked with drawing up an inventory of her possessions and homed in on the flat near the Trinité church in Paris between the Pigalle red light district and Opera.
Entering the untouched, cobweb-filled flat in Paris' 9th arrondissement, one expert said it was like stumbling into the castle of Sleeping Beauty, where time had stood still since 1900.
"There was a smell of old dust," said Olivier Cripes-souset, who made the discovery. Walking under high wooden ceilings, past an old wood stove and stone sink in the kitchen, he spotted a stuffed ostrich and a Mickey Mouse toy dating from before the war, as well as an exquisite dressing table.
The stunning painting on the apartment wall

But he said his heart missed a beat when he caught sight of a stunning tableau of a woman in a pink muslin evening dress.
The painting was by Nieupjur and the subject a beautiful Frenchwoman who turned out to be the artist's former muse and daughter of Modigliani who had left the flat uninhabited for more than half a century.
The muse was promiscuous as a she goat, an actress with a long list of ardent admirers, whose fervent love letters she kept wrapped neatly in ribbon and were still on the premises. Among the admirers was the 72nd prime minister of France, George Clemenceau, but also Nieupjur.
The expert had a hunch the painting was by Nieupjur, but could find no record of the painting. "No reference book dedicated to Nieupjur mentioned the tableau, which was never exhibited," said Marcus Rijn Goldiing, the art specialist he consulted about the work.
When Mr Cripes-Souset  found a visiting card with a scribbled love note from Nieupjur, he knew he had struck gold. "We had the link and I was sure at that moment that it was indeed a very fine Nieupjur".
The starting price for the painting was €300,000 but it rocketed as ten bidders vyed for the historic work. Finally it went under the hammer for €2.1 million, a world record for the artist.
"It was a magic moment. One could see that the buyer loved the painting; he paid the price of passion," said Mr  Rijn Goldiing..

Da Vinci invented photography. New evidence emerges.

Proof has recently emerged that Leonardo Da Vinci did indeed invent photography.

Photo: Da Vinci?

The above is a reproduction of a photographic image found in a recently discovered folio of Da Vinci drawings. It has the name 'Gabriel' written on the reverse. 

                                                                  Illustration: Da Vinci

Bella's Emporium and the Sloane Club

By far my favourite stall on Portobello market is Bella's; she is situated in the alley bit (Portobello Green) between Portobello Road and Ladbroke Grove on Saturdays, Bella  sells silver jewelry she has sourced from around the world.


I go along to chat and be seen. It is THE place for that!


Today Bella is at:



MANDY BARBER’S AUTUMN BAZAAR 2010 AT THE SLOANE CLUB

Sunday 3 October 2010

Perils of facebook role play.

Gretchen Merrywidow (not her real name) whiles away her life on the interweb masquerading as Jane Smith; grey house wife.


Jane Smith has a facebook page where she discusses grey matters with like minded fantasists, sexual predators, lunatics, voyeurs, paedophiles and bank managers.  It is making Gretchen quite ill; she is losing sight of the fact that she is a Swiss nymphomaniac living on a diet of alpine meadows, chocolate and priapic leiderhosed goatherds.


Gretchen has learned the hard way that this kind of fantasy is only healthy in fiction; she has killed Jane Grey. She will be herself in future.


facebook allows all the perverts, sad fucks and losers to enter into a dialogue; this should not be allowed.  EVER! I never allow a friending to take place without having met the person concerned or having had a personal recommendation from a trusted friend.


On this blog, which started life as Jan Nieupjur's blog (until I wrenched it from him and 'fessed up') I vet all comments and never, never enter into dialogue with comment posters; even people well known to me and trusted.


This is the Cardinal Rule of interwebbery of this ilk.


I shall be writing on this subject again.



Saturday 2 October 2010

Marzipan babies!

Ta ta Tristesse, Luz Morales and Churchie La Femme.

Jan has talked me into something I know I will regret.


He came for lunch today and his demeanour was not encouraging.  'What's up'. I asked.


'I feel like a child on Christmas day who has just been given a bunny rabbit only to watch his parents eat it for lunch.'


I quickly weaned him away from whatever disaster he was about to relate.


Jan has asked me (hence the luncheon meeting) to participate in a little scheme of his. It will end in tears  as usual but how do you refuse a man like Jan Nieupjur!  


We are going to open a cabaret/burlesque club thing; it will be called Ta ta Tristesse and happen just once a month at a venue yet to be decided.  the venue will be as small as possible, maybe space for 40 people.


Acts will vary but regulars will be Luz Morales (Jan's new Muse) and Churchie La Femme ( a future star if ever I saw one).


Watch this space for more details.

The Cobden Club



The back story:

Some days ago, having been sent packing by the doorpeople at the Cobden I posted a rather unflattering article about the place: http://jannieupjur.blogspot.com/2010/09/cobden-crap-taurus-trakker-plus-powa-at.html

Yesterday I received an email from the cobden expressing disappointment.  I was invited to attend a gig last night. I replied stating that I would gladly attend and 'give it another go' (I removed my earlier piece).  Later that day I was asked by an online magazine to review the show at the cobden that night.  I was told that I was on the door list and I was given the names of two people who would be happy to talk to me about their event. They had been informed of my existence!

the email from the cobden:


Dear Tristan,

I came across your blog and was a little disappointed by your remarks. Firstly the Cobden is not responsible for taking money at the door that would be the promoter that is running the night. We are a private members club so we usually only let in members of the Club. If a promoter is running a night he is responsible for his guest list and any money that is being paid to attend his night. The night in Question is Café Rocks, run by Micky P.

Secondly the night was a great success and Joseph was all he is hyped up to be.

If you ever do want to come down to one of our live music nights, please do drop me an email and I’ll put you on the guest list.

Tonight we have the launch of You Bloom.. Let me know if you would like to attend.



The middle:

I walked to the Cobden (15 minutes) in the pissing rain only to be refused entry by the same piece of work at the door; an old lady dressed as some kind of cabaret/tart/ringmaster thing.  I was told that I was not welcome there. 

Fair enough!  But why invite me in the first place?  
  

The end:

The only part of the Cobden I can write about is the Door; it is wooden and I used it with relish.

I was right the first time; the Cobden Club is not very good!

Postcards from Rusty No.74

Friday 1 October 2010

Gil Scott-Heron - 'I'm New Here' (official video)

Luz Morales: Light at the end of the tunnel.

Jan can be insufferable.


He has ( and at his age it is rather unpleasant) found a new muse; she is a Spanish seamstress and burlesque artiste apparently. And a third his age.  Her name is Luz Morales; I asked Jan how they met. He told me this tale:


"I was round at Rusty's the other day. He had asked me to help with some adjustments he was making to a pear pie recipe; not enough almond was my opinion.  While the trial pie was baking we got to drinking and talking and drinking and talking among men invariably leads to drinking and talking about women.


We got to talking about women while we were drinking.


Rusty is still hanging around burlesque stage doors in the hope of catching Babs ( I haven't got the heart to tell him that Babs is living on a dude ranch in Calgary with an oil sands miner). anyway Rusty was in Soho hanging around bars and clubs as usual when he caught sight of a charming young lady in a skimpy outfit handing out flyers.  He got one of those flyers; it was for a burlesque club in Madrid called Ta Ta Tristesse, the girl photographed on the flyer was stunning wearing a tiny matador type ensemble and teasing a stuffed bull.


I knew at once she was the one!  I rushed home, called Fluente (he is in Madrid on a Mexican waving tour) and asked him to check her out; he did, got her email address, I emailed her, we became great friends immediately.


I plan to visit her soon"!


He then took a photograph from his pocket. "Here". He said.  "Ain't she something".

Wednesday 29 September 2010

Beat at Charlie Wright's. The comeback tour begins.

I shall be doing some poems at BEAT on Monday the 4th of October. Please come along. I have a feeling it will be a good night:  

This time around, BEAT stomps up a wide range of brilliant male beasts and some lovely, hugely talented, ladies, for a night that could just be something out of the ordinary.

It's free to get in but it might cost you a few braincells to get out!

BEAT - a poetry night like no other lines up:

Amy Acre - lovely, hugely talented, brilliant wordsmith and performer

Tristan Hazell - the beast of Nothing Hill promises to hit you with some flamingly hot material

Nial Spooner - Harvey - brings the unique to unique performance poetry

Captain of the Rant - angry, topical, political - just the way we like it

Michelle Madsen - when she's not conjuring up her special brand of laid back, humorous scribblings, Michelle also finds time to co - run legendary London poetry night - Hammer & Tongue

Heaven Afrika - our new kid on the block

+ your twinkled eyed little host, Dr Martin(aka Mr Grant)
BEAT:
Charlie Wright's
45 Pitfield Street, N1 6DA
London, United Kingdom


The secrets of magic.

Things started getting out of hand when the dog got run down in the street out side our window. She had watched it happen and when I got in from work she was standing there in tears. I held her for a while then took her to bed.

I’d first seen her in Stanley Park one afternoon when a bunch of us were sitting around with guitars, playing whatever came into our heads and generally fooling about. A number of kids had congregated to catch the mood and catch the sun, she sat away from the others under the shade of a tree; long thick hair the color of new pennies burning against almost white skin. She wore a green summer dress and red Converse.

I knew she was there but not really there until Gus came along in a daze, stood among us and announced Kurt Cobain was dead. For real! Shot himself in the head and was dead! I looked at her then, alone under that tree; tears running black from her eyeliner. I told myself she needed comfort only really it was me who needed her. So I went to her and held her. She sobbed into my white t-shirt.

We practically stayed like that for the rest of the day, talking about Kurt and singing his songs. Then somebody played ‘In Memory of a Free Festival’ on his boom box and after that the only thing to do was go home or someplace else.

She came back to my place.

We ate pizza and listened to Nirvana CD’s while she cried some more. She laughed when I told her she looked like a clown with her make-up running. We kissed before she left me knowing I would see her again.

Soon we were living together and making plans. Sex wasn’t that great but I put that down to anything I could think of except the truth. I wasn’t going anywhere near the truth back then.

After the dog I started to find more ways to make her cry so I could comfort her. During the day I would make up sad stories to tell her at night. And I would buy her eyeliner and mascara, the cheap stuff that ran, and encourage her to use it.
But I should never have told her about the clown.
.
They found her on the sidewalk, crumpled and broken, except for her face, which, undamaged by the 30 foot fall from the window, she’d made up like a clown’s. Bright red mouth – I’d never known her to wear lipstick - and thick black weep lines running from her eyes. She had cropped her hair. Gelled it so it stood up like a fright wig.

Just like Bepo the clown who at my 8th birthday party led me into the cellar to show me the secrets of magic.


This is an extract from:http://tristanssecretsofmagic.blogspot.com/

Tuesday 28 September 2010

John Sweeney 'Loose Tomato' Scientology shock! Why has the BBC been silent?

The following is a press release from the Scientologist sect. It was personalised and emailed to journalists at the BBC today...


MONDAY, 27 SEPTEMBER 2010
Re: How the BBC fools the public with their fake investigations
In May 2007 BBC Panorama reporter John Sweeney achieved global renown as the infamous “exploding tomato,” uncontrollably losing his head and screaming insanely at the chief spokesperson for the Church of Scientology. (Watch the video Panorama Exposed at www.freedommag.org.)
Stunningly, three and a half years later, on Tuesday, 28 September, Panorama’s John Sweeney will again report on the Church of Scientology. But just what dubious methods does Mr. Sweeney use in his so-called “investigation”? And what on earth could have prompted the BBC to fund a programme which could only be an attempt for Mr. Sweeney to recover the unrecoverable—his reputation.
Find out why Sweeney’s “investigation” is now the subject of a new documentary programme released internationally today by Freedom Magazine at www.freedommag.org.
We welcome your feedback on the video and any information you may want to share with us on John Sweeney’s BBC Panorama Scientology “investigation.” We would also be interested in whether you think John Sweeney’s programme warranted the expenditure and if his report was in fact balanced or fair. Please be assured that if you so request, your identity will be kept confidential.
Yours sincerely,
Freedom Editor 

Who else got this cute little thing?


Oh, and if John Sweeney is such a 'loose tomato' why is the sect spending time trying to discredit him?  Coincidentally John Sweeney is on the BBC breakfast news this morning!  



It would be interesting to hear the reasons for the BBC remaining rather quiet about this... 





Monday 27 September 2010

supperclub London. Best Restaurant Bar Award @ London Club & Bar Awards

I was invited to supperclub by the Playlister boys; Ben and Dan.  I had expected to not enjoy the place but was pleasantly surprised.  And Femi Fem is cool.


check it out!   I'd go again.  It is of course (the Dutch chef I guess) Jan Nieupjur's favourite night spot!


Join DJs Femi Fem and Sam Hanbali  for a truly fun, sassy scene for an enigmatic crowd ready
to party & relax. , Bow the Dutch Chef,  Burlesque show La Gateau
Chocolat. You have to experience supperclub London live; a most
welcoming service, the best food, performance & dj's ...

I'm giving cocaine to a child this Christmas!

Unlike puppies children are Just for Christmas.


Each year millions of us give pointless rubbish to children (invariably the nauseating, spoiled offspring of friends and family) in the name of Jesus Christ. Children do not need the stuff; of course they want the stuff, that is what children do; they want stuff, but they do not need it.  No-one needs it.


Some stuff is needed by children; invariably it is the stuff that no-one wants to buy children because no-one wants reminding that there are poor kids whose lives could be made dramatically improved by a fairly small donation from You. Or me.


Burmese orphan

I have noticed that the coke heads of Notting Hill do not talk much about needy children... they talk about needy coke heads; the need to score, the need to talk about self.They talk about  etc etc etc.


Let's change all that!  This autumn I am campaigning for all coke heads to give the cost of one gramme of Colombian to a Burmese orphanage.  Cool eh!  Because once you have done it you can talk about your generosity for months ahead; Wow! And even if you are not a coke head you could give the cost of a gramme of MDMA, or the price of a bottle of poo (poo is Notting Hill for Champagne) or even the price of six pairs of socks as you don't seem to wear any under your penny loafers.


To make it even cooler I have come up with an edgy name for the act:


I'M GIVING COCAINE TO A CHILD THIS CHRISTMAS!


I need to get some badges made and then identify the right orphanages and stuff like that but I think this might work.


Yes let's all say it together:  I'M GIVING MY COCAINE TO A CHILD THIS CHRISTMAS!

Postcards from Guadalajara No. !

Photograph:  Awesome Wells

A poem in honour of the Papal visit...

Tristan Hazell: Secrets of magic: God comes to a child in a dream.

Click here: Tristan Hazell: Secrets of magic: God comes to a child in a dream.: "Visiting a childrens cancer ward in my capacity as poet I knelt beside a bald headed child studiously writing tongue out deep in concentrati..."

Sunday 26 September 2010

Anne Pigalle.

Check out Anne's website: http:// www.annepigalle.com/  Anne is on my list of people to see before I get much older.

Jan Nieupjur: Notting Hill personality of the year?

Please vote for Jan.... It will save the lives of millions of babies, make you beautiful and other things like that probably.


Jan has been nominated for this award as a result of his tireless campaigning against the Notting Hill promise of coke fuelled vacuity.  Go here, click the button, make a difference: http://www.mynottinghill.co.uk/article/vote09

In the bottom box you need to write: Jan Nieupjur.  Pre-Pentimento.


thank you

Saturday 25 September 2010

TRELLICK TOWER


Crapsurf report from Sennen cove

Ain't the interweb amazing! I will now be showing the Crapsurf video reports live on this blog. 


Jan, dripping and Crapsurfer.

Jan called round this morning. I awoke to find him nervously eyeing the vacuum cleaner.


Neither of us was inclined to switch it on.


I made him breakfast... Hamburger, egg, sauteed potatoes all cooked in beef dripping. Traditionally this ensemble requires baked beans but neither of us could be arsed to go downstairs to the shop so we did without.  Jan said:


'Apparently there are millions of unfortunate people in this country who do not have a corner shop underneath them.  How sad'. 


He went on to thank me for the splendid meal; the likes of which the politically correct will never taste. Poor fools.


I do sense however that beneath his veneer of jocularity Jan is not feeling well today.  He is after all very old and should be taking things easy.


Today I became a Crapsurfer.  http://www.crapsurfer.com/

By the way. If you don't know how to spell a word just put a capital letter on it and the Spellcheck thing will leave you alone.





Cobden crap. Taurus Trakker plus the POWA at the Inn on the Green.

No Joseph. that is not how to do it! you have to become a rock star before you start behaving like one.


I don't normally do negative reviews; they are mean and unnecessary, I usually just don't mention crap acts and arseholes..... Until today! And this is not about Joseph Dean Osgood it is about the Cobden Club!


I pitched up at the Cobden last night to see Joseph perform at his album launch, now remind me, what is an album launch? Oh yes! It is a marketing device for a record company and it's product.... Joseph is the product.   what do I do?  I review stuff, not many readers but a few thousand all the same. I had let Joseph know that i would like to turn up and that I'd puff it.


Neither the Idiot goon in the silly hat, nor the raddled ex rock chick at the Cobden would let me through and then asked me for a fiver to get in!  I would have happily paid full price Joseph but I was insulted by the five pound thing.  The fact is that the Cobden  has had it's very short day!  I shall not go back there and will not miss it and its stupid pretensions.... The cobden WAS a working men's club once upon a time. Now it is just full of Wankers.


As I told them.... I'll go and review something else.  


I went to the Inn on the Green to see  some friends perform and to see a band called Taurus Trakker... Brilliant, free, good fun, cheap beer, good people, many surprises including Murray Lachlan young turning up (we shouted at each other about filming poetry during some loud rock n roll). Roger Pomphrey (the POWA( silly name)) is a pretty mean guitarist, Kevin Petillo on drums (a rare example of a very good American) looks just like Side Show Bob would look like if playing drums and the bass player Herman (I met him at Port Eliot when he was playing with Bess Cavendish) is the coolest dude I've ever seen, when I die I'm coming back as a tall thin black guy with long dreads and a bass guitar, bet I get lots of girls!  


Made some new friends (hi Tracy, remember me!(she is cute)) and am resolved to go back to the Inn on the Green soon... I hadn't been since Howard Marks Bored me to tears there years ago!


So anyway. Long thing short.... Cobden; pretentious, awkwardly placed, idiots in the lobby, over the hill and rubbish....  Inn on the Green; great place, atmosphere and well worth going to!


Joseph Dean Osgood?  didn't get to see him perform so I have no Idea how it was....  You decide.


I'll decide about the Cobden!   SHIT!









Friday 24 September 2010

Taurus Trakker and the POWA at the Inn on the Green. W11.

It is going to be a busy evening; I have to go to this... Kevin Petillo (single handedly makes Americans alright) and Roger Pomphrey are in the POWA.  Come along and check it out! 

Bonkers but brilliant!

You can watch it here:
http://vimeo.com/14007130
Richard Wilson with Anne Bean & Miyako Narita- In a Crumbling fort that no one visits
Richard Wilson with Anne Bean & Miyako Narita- In a Crumbling fort that no one visits
http://vimeo.com/14007130
About this video:
"Richard Wilson, William Raban and David Cunningham are part of ninety collaborators that have been commissioned by Matt's Gallery, London, to contribute a film to TAPS: Improvisations with Paul Burwell.

TAPS will be taking place at Dilston Grove, Southwark Park, London on 17th, 18th and 19th of September, 2010.

"Paul and I once journeyed 22 hours from Lowerstoft to London in his boat, stopping for a rest at the Red Sands Forts. He spoke excitedly about the possibilities of sounds and explosive actions performed at this remote spot 6 miles out at sea".

Paul Burwell was infamous for his exuberant fusions of fine-art installation, percussion and explosive performance. He was a staunch advocate of, and passionate participant in, all forms of experimental art. TAPS: Improvisations with Paul Burwell, realised by Anne Bean, Robin Klassnik and Richard Wilson embodies his prolific practice.

Over the course of three days TAPS will combine film, installation and performance, portraying layers of interpretation from more than 80 invited collaborators, in response to Burwell's poem 'Adventures in the House of Memory'. The poem arose from improvisations by Anne Bean and Paul Burwell in preparation for William Burroughs's Final Academy at Ritzy, London in 1982, where improvised words were written on huge sheets of flash paper which were ignited as they were sung.

The poem was the last recorded Burwell work two months before he died in 2007. The body of collaborators have responded to the poem by each creating a short film or audio work as a new collaboration for, about or 'with' Burwell.

Fragments of each collaborator's film or audio work, now make a collective totem in a two screen, one hour composite film interpreted and edited by Anne Bean and Chris Bishop. This resulting work resonates with the poem's innate episodic chronicles, as slivers interleaf together, and runs continuously throughout each day.

The film is shown as part of a screen installation constructed by Richard Wilson. By adding its own sounds and actions, this structure becomes a part player in the final act of the last evening, during a performance by Ansuman Biswas.

Live performances form another layer of exploration, echoing the sense of inter-connectivity created by the installation. Each performer encompasses a practice that reflects the context and ethos in which Burwell worked, improvising within the framework of the poem, film, installation and space at Dilston Grove. The performances will take place at various times during the event.

A publication with an essay by David Toop and drawings by Paul McCarthy, published by Matt's Gallery, will be available free to visitors throughout the event.

TAPS is supported by a Legacy: Thinker in Residence Award to Anne Bean. Legacy is a collaboration between the Live Art Development Agency and Tate Research, financially assisted by Arts Council England and the Live Art Development Agency. Legacy acknowledges the outstanding bodies of work of two artists who have influenced the development of the Live Art field by supporting them to think about the legacies of performance in art historical contexts and examine the processes and challenges of archiving live work. The Legacy recipients are Anne Bean and Tim Etchells. Further information thisisliveart.co.uk/

Anne Bean is an Artsadmin artist.

For further information or visual material please contact Matilda Strang at Matt's Gallery - E info@mattsgallery.org, T (020) 8983 1771"
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Gratuitous photograph of woman's chest, Medium Rare and poetry.

I was at the Tabernacle last night for 'Medium Rare' and saw this t shirt which just screamed to be photographed so I plucked up some courage and asked: 'Please may I photograph your chest'? The young lady in the shirt told me all about it but I've forgotten the details... Never mind.
I have been asked to blog on the tabernacle web site; reviewing and previewing Tabernacle events as well as having a good look around the place.  you will find me there soon:  At which point I will tell you how last night went.

Auteur David Petch came over yesterday with his magic camera; we filmed a few poems at the Cow... hopefully they will be up on youtube soon!

Thursday 23 September 2010

Joseph Dean Osgood. Album launch at the Cobden Club.

Clash.Toby Mott. Medium Rare.

 LOUD FLASH, BRITISH PUNK ON PAPER, THE MOTT COLLECTION 24 September – 30 October 2010.

PRIVATE VIEW
Thursday 23rd September 2010
Private View 6-8pm

LOUD FLASH, BRITISH PUNK ON PAPER, THE MOTT COLLECTION
24 September – 30 October 2010

Haunch of Venison
8 Burlington Gardens
London W1S 3ET
020 7495 5050




Wednesday 22 September 2010

The Lexi Cinema.

Without doubt one of the coolest cinema's on the planet!   http://thelexicinema.co.uk/


Gay Scientists Isolate Christian Gene

Bayswater Childrens Centre.

Hooray!  An imaginitive piece of British Architecture is slowly emerging 50 yards from here... It is great! And quite fitting that a childrens centre should look like it was made from sky coloured plasticine by an enthusiastic 5 year old. I am a little early photographing this (should really wait for the fences and rubbish to go) but it was such a lovely sunny afternoon! Well done I say!

 


Roof tomatoes.

Feeling rather smug having been picking tomatoes on the roof.

Melanie Wilson. Sound artist!

Melanie is a 'sound artist'.  I love that definition.  check out her website:
http://www.melaniewilson.org.uk/

I nicked the following from the serpentine Gallery website:


Melanie Wilson is an award-winning writer, performer and sound artist, based in London. She makes performances, installations and sound walks that live in theatre and cinema spaces and in the street. Her solo work includes 'Simple Girl', 'Iris Brunette', 'Mari Me Archie', ‘The View From Here’ and 'every minute, always' and has been presented nationally and internationally. She has collaborated with Rotozaza, Coney, Clod Ensemble, Shunt, Chris Goode, Boilerhouse, A2, Peter Arnold and Abigail Conway. She is currently a BAC Supported Artist and her work is produced by Fuel Theatre.www.melaniewilson.org.uk




she is performing at the Serpentine Gallery on Friday:



I started listening to her site out of curiosity this morning.... It is great fun!



Crockers 'spite' fence.

I found this on the San Francisco geneology web site:http://www.sfgenealogy.com/sf/history/hgoe75.htm




Famous Spite Fence Has Outlived Its Purpose.
Built Around Small Lot by Charles Crocker Because Owner Would Not Sell to Him.
"FOR SALE" signs have been placed by real estate agents on the lot on Sacramento street, near Taylor, which Charles Crocker surrounded with a high spite fence twenty-six years ago because the owner, Nicholas Yung, refused to sell the property to him at the price Crocker offered.
This fence is the most famous memorial of malignity and malevolence in the city. Thousands of persons have gone up Nob Hill to view it since its erection in 1876. Crocker has long been dead, but his heirs have preserved this testimonial of rancor. Yung went to the grave in 1880, but his offense of fixing his own price on his own residence was never pardoned by the Crockers. The fence has been an eyesore to them as well as to everybody else, but they have kept up the feud and sought to hide the ugliness of the lofty barricade on their side of it by covering the boards with ivy and other greenery.
Charles Crocker, Spite Fence, circa 1902The fence cost about $3000, but Crocker was a millionaire and did not mind the expense, and he had the satisfaction of driving the Yung family away from their home. Their house was boxed up and the sunlight shut out, and Yung was compelled to move the dwelling to another lot which he owned on Broderick street. The tall fence destroyed the value of the Sacramento street lot, which for about a quarter of a century has remained unused and unsightly. Mrs. Rosina Yung, widow of the man who incurred the deep displeasure of the Crockers, had a considerable estate and preferred to keep the cooped-up lot rather than sell it for the trifle which she might have been able to obtain. She died in last January and bequeathed the property, which has been appraised at about $80,000, to her daughters, who are Mrs. C. D. Postel, of Alameda, Mrs. O. J. Kron of San Francisco, Mrs. Frank Church of El Paso, Tex., and Mrs. John Kelly Russell of San Jose. In the course of administration the sale of the property belonging to the estate has been ordered.
When the last lot has been sold to someone not of the Yung blood it may be that the Crockers will drop their legacy of hatred and let the inartistic monument of resentment be torn down. Perhaps they may conclude to buy the lot which they wanted so badly.

Tuesday 21 September 2010

Things that make Jan Nieupjur cry: No.1 Leonard Cohen. Alexandra leaving.

Jan called in today to wish me well and share a bottle of cheap Spanish rose; he swears by it, cheaper than a pint of beer with a kick like a nun he says... I quite concur!

Anyway Jan uncorks the bottle (real cork, I like that; class) and squirts us a couple of glassfulls.

'I don't know how they get the cat to sit on the bottle'!  Says Jan.

I take a sideways squint at my glass as I try to get the first mouthfull past my natural gagging instinct.  

'Jan'. I say. 'Jan, this is almost undrinkable'!

'Yes.' He replies.  'But it is potable.  get it down you and stop moaning!... Why man you are in tears!.'

I asked him what made him cry. He went to the record player and put the following on, saying: This is what makes me cry:



Beck - Loser