A quiet evening beer at the Cow was interupted by a call to arms by a Guerilla Gardener friend; she was about to introduce a host of daffodils into Powis Square and needed help. there were only four of us (the Notting Hill promise applies at a time like this) but the task was completed without a hitch.
Something to look forward to in the spring.
Monday, 8 November 2010
Saturday, 6 November 2010
Simon and Garfunkel - Bridge Over Troubled Water Original Version
When I'm pissed off I listen to this.
when
when
Now read in Ho Chi Minh City.
In the old days they would research Notting hill via blue doors, film set book shops, Welsh actors in their shreddies, Hugh grant in Mary Poppins Portobello Road walk throughs....
Now they don't.
In Ho Chi Minh city they read Pre-Pentimento.
It is still all unintelligible bollocks to them but it is pre-pentimento bollocks; the bollocks you can savour world wide.
Pre-Pentimento bollocks; Tastier than a dog in any language*.
*translated by Lingling.
Now they don't.
In Ho Chi Minh city they read Pre-Pentimento.
It is still all unintelligible bollocks to them but it is pre-pentimento bollocks; the bollocks you can savour world wide.
Pre-Pentimento bollocks; Tastier than a dog in any language*.
*translated by Lingling.
Thursday, 4 November 2010
Tuesday, 2 November 2010
Great Western Studios comes down.
They have started tearing down the Great Western Studios; for years in view from my desk. First to go is the wood clad tower where once Banksy's highwayman reared.
In the buildings place... The entrance to the Crossrail tunnel.
Amedeo's decision
he could have saved his own
as well as those
Of Jeanne Hebuterne
and their daughter would he have done so?
I doubt it very much.
3 deaths is a small price to pay
Rumer at the Tabernacle.
Once on stage there was an air of nerviness about the singer, who, dressed simply in black, wearing shoes worthy of a second glance, launched straight into her set. It was not until a little bit of banter with her pianist put her more at ease and allowed some interaction with the audience. Her own songs are lovely; lyrical and gentle, she has a sweet voice to carry them and her lyrics poignant enough to actually want to listen to. Her new single "Aretha" was beautiful; I'd been listening to it enough at home beforehand to recognise it with a smile.
It is so refreshing to have a British artist who is happy enough to eschew the trendy Americanisation of female singers as well as avoiding sensationalism. We shall hear a great deal more from Rumer.
Monday, 1 November 2010
Memories of the Muse in tattered tutu on a garlanded swing.
As I write this the happy cries of children leak into my room from the school yard next door.
I am usually impervious to these noises such is their ubiquitous status in my life but this morning for some reason I hear them... and am immediately transported (through a seemingly never ending succession of mediocre performance/installation art pieces put together by lazy, uninspired and uninspiring, talentless 'Artists' who use the sound of children playing a metaphor for innocence or some such hokum) back to a fondly remembered muse.
Years ago the Muse and I worked on a vignette for her MA show (before the crack and heroin really got to her) in which the muse, in the guise of Manet's ballerina, hooked on crack, tutu tattered and filthy from the constant abuse she endured as the price she paid to her chemical god, smiling numbly, finger in mouth and childishly singing some unintelligible ditty, swung too and fro on a garlanded swing in the middle of a warehouse.
The soundtrack to this was the innocent playground cries of children.
I think what the muse was trying to say was: Make the most of it girls because I am what men are going to turn you into!
I am usually impervious to these noises such is their ubiquitous status in my life but this morning for some reason I hear them... and am immediately transported (through a seemingly never ending succession of mediocre performance/installation art pieces put together by lazy, uninspired and uninspiring, talentless 'Artists' who use the sound of children playing a metaphor for innocence or some such hokum) back to a fondly remembered muse.
Years ago the Muse and I worked on a vignette for her MA show (before the crack and heroin really got to her) in which the muse, in the guise of Manet's ballerina, hooked on crack, tutu tattered and filthy from the constant abuse she endured as the price she paid to her chemical god, smiling numbly, finger in mouth and childishly singing some unintelligible ditty, swung too and fro on a garlanded swing in the middle of a warehouse.
The soundtrack to this was the innocent playground cries of children.
I think what the muse was trying to say was: Make the most of it girls because I am what men are going to turn you into!
Sunday, 31 October 2010
Saturday, 30 October 2010
Ryan O'Reilly band amuse the police on Portobello Road.
Got in touch with Ryan for details:
"Yeah. But I got them laughing and we had a chat about Mick Jones from the Clash and the Sargent seemed to warmto us after that so he marched us outside Orwell's house where there is a big no busking sign and said he gives us special permission to busk there. We got moved because the crowd was too big and spilling into the main road. Just another adventure in the life of a busker!"
Buskers such as Ryan and his band: http://www.ryanoreilly.co.uk/ are an important part of the life and soul of Portobello Road. Why can't the authorities work this out for themselves.
Here's an idea; Tell All Saints to bugger off and create an indoor busking site for the winter months.
Julian Temple and Requiem for Detroit at the Pop up Cinema, Portobello Road.
Piers Thompson writes:
REQUIEM FOR NAPOLI?
To the Pop Up Cinema on Friday night to watch Local Hero Julien
Temple introduce his lyrical masterpiece, Requiem For Detroit. It is
my third trip to our very own digital microplex and once more it is
packed. By now, we have all learnt to wrap up warm.
Julien has no equal as an iconographer. He filmed the Pistols’
Jubilee boat party. He made The Great Rock’n’ Roll Swindle
which moulded the Sex Pistols/McLaren mythology. He made
Absolute Beginners, turning Colin MacInnes’ seminal tale of the first
teenagers into a musical, with David Bowie dancing on the keys of a
giant typewriter.
He has flirted with the arts, making movies about Jean Vigo,
Wordsworth and Coleridge, and opera. But it is as the iconographer
of English Rock that he is destined to be remembered. The Filth
And The Fury (Sex Pistols revisited), The Future Is Unwritten (a
hagiography of Joe Strummer), Glastonbury, The Liberty Of Norton
Folgate (a contemporary music hall with Madness and Stomp) and
Oil City Confidential (an award winning account of Dr Feelgood)
have cemented his reputation as the go to guy if you are aiming for
posterity. He is working on The Kinks even as we speak.
Requiem To Detroit is a hymn to the rise and fall of Detroit that
combines a history of the Motor City through archive and the
parallel success of Motown with a very contemporary exploration
of the potential renaissance of the city by the subcultures that
are colonising the devastated ruins. And they are both ruins and
devastated.
as an inspiration for those of us left in MacInnes’ Napoli (that is
Notting Hill to you squares). The vacuum created by our decline as
a creative force allows lots of room for bindweeds like you and I to
prosper.
Requiem? Hallelujah! Amen.
Watch out for RoughlerTV's report from the penultimate night of the Pop Up for the year. Tonight is a special screening of Halloween. He's behind you.
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