Rusty called round last night close to tears and within five minutes I understood why he wanted no water in his whisky; he was copiously diluting it with tears.
"What's up? Rusty". I asked. He told me the following tale.
"I've met a woman, her name is Estella, she is an opera singer, she is my love, my sun and moon, my compass, my mettle detector, I was born for her and she for me and now I have lost her.
My friends warned me about her. Told me that she was hard as nails, a bitch, a diva like no other but I ignored them for she was none of those things to me. The only problem I had was that she would not let me hear her sing, when I asked her she flatly refused and asked me not to press her on the matter. I have to admit that I became jealous of all the other people who were able to hear her sing; such was the beauty of her voice that all men would forgive her divaish behaviour in order to hear her golden voice. She would not sing for me!
Until last night, fired with jealousy I demanded she sing for me. I threatened to leave her if she would not sing.
She, tears streaming down her cheeks, sang for me. There are no words to describe the beauty of her voice, I must leave it at that!
When she had finished I dried my eyes and said: "That was beautiful. Why could you not sing to me before? What was the problem?"
She replied: "Right you arsehole, you have heard me sing, you are no different from the others now. Fuck off!"
She will not speak to me or see me.
Rusty and I spent the rest of the night weeping into whisky listening to the Diva on the CD player. Bitch!
Whatever comes to mind before I alter it with the overpaint of time. Mostly satire, poetry and fiction but occasional unreliable fact, as all facts seems to be today. From deepest Notting Hill. London.
Tuesday, 10 January 2012
Monday, 9 January 2012
London Soundscape on Radio 2
London Soundscape
LISTEN :
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Today, 22:00 on BBC Radio 2
SYNOPSIS
Charles Hazlewood and Mick Jones lead an impressionistic portrait of London between the 1948 Olympics and today, mixing voice, archive, and music to create a beguiling introduction to Radio 2's Olympic year.
Other voices heard include those of Barbara Windsor, composer Lionel Bart, architectural historian Dan Cruickshank, and many ordinary Londoners, from cab drivers to costermongers.
The songs featured in the two shows are a veritable greatest hits of England's capital. They include London Calling by Mick Jones' own band The Clash; London's Brilliant Parade by Elvis Costello; Carnaby Street by The Jam; Streets Of London by Ralph McTell; Soho Square by Kirsty MacColl; and London Is The Place For Me by Lord Kitchener.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b019444k
http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b019444k
Thandie Newton and Noel Fielding read Go the fuck to sleep.
A charming video made by Piers Thompson. The poem is by Adam Mansbach. I love it!
Cannongate Books are also working with that naughty Russell Brand and his 'Tricksters Tales'. Check it out:
There is also a series of videos from David Byrne worth checking out:
Destructive criticism on Portobello Road.
What's this all about then?
At the north end of Portobello (between Cambridge Gardens and Golborne Road) there is a wall; formerly part of the convent, which is used as an exhibition space on a regular basis and jolly good it is too. Last year we had a massive record collection running the length of the wall.
This was recently replaced by a similarly sized hoarding produced by a local gallery: http://www.kensingtonandchelseatoday.co.uk/arts-and-culture/exhibitions/cqfz8ufwqy.html Three days later the thing was partially torn down, seemingly an act of mindless vandalism.
"Fucking yobs" I hear you cry!
But wait, there is there more to this than meets the eye (or doesn't meet the eye any more)? It seems that the Gallery in question has a very dark past (and present), earning itself a lot of detractors. This thoughtless act of vandalism is in fact a considered and premeditated comment on the Gallery and its principal.
Who writes: “This neighbourhood is a catalyst to a wide range of creative expressions. The diversity of cultures, ideas and languages creates a climate that stimulates contemporary creative tensions and why we chose to locate our gallery here.
It is interesting to see that the installation has indeed stimulated contemporary tensions! There will be more about this emerging over the next few days I'm sure.
At the north end of Portobello (between Cambridge Gardens and Golborne Road) there is a wall; formerly part of the convent, which is used as an exhibition space on a regular basis and jolly good it is too. Last year we had a massive record collection running the length of the wall.
This was recently replaced by a similarly sized hoarding produced by a local gallery: http://www.kensingtonandchelseatoday.co.uk/arts-and-culture/exhibitions/cqfz8ufwqy.html Three days later the thing was partially torn down, seemingly an act of mindless vandalism.
"Fucking yobs" I hear you cry!
But wait, there is there more to this than meets the eye (or doesn't meet the eye any more)? It seems that the Gallery in question has a very dark past (and present), earning itself a lot of detractors. This thoughtless act of vandalism is in fact a considered and premeditated comment on the Gallery and its principal.
Who writes: “This neighbourhood is a catalyst to a wide range of creative expressions. The diversity of cultures, ideas and languages creates a climate that stimulates contemporary creative tensions and why we chose to locate our gallery here.
It is interesting to see that the installation has indeed stimulated contemporary tensions! There will be more about this emerging over the next few days I'm sure.
A curates Annus.
2011 certainly was something of a Curates Egg; part Annus Horribilis (the best place for that is behind me), part joyous (hopefully continuing).
Monday, 28 November 2011
Ken Russell dead, Oliver Reed, Alan Bates and a body double.
Ken Russell has died. I for one loved his films, his sense of fun and rebelliousness.
Ken was a bloody good photographer too.
Photo: Ken Russell.
Saturday, 19 November 2011
John Thaw, Drakes Venture, Leonard Cohen and sacred monsters.
In my early twenties I worked as an assistant director/gofer at Westward TV in Plymouth. We made this film which was famously screened the day that Westward lost it's franchise. It has never been screened since that day to my knowledge.
During the filming I worked with one of the best men I have ever met: John Thaw, surely a sacred monster, gave me a great deal of his time and taught me a lot. I did however spend a lot of my time sneaking vodka into his trailer. I experienced being mobbed by middle aged women when driving John; he was still very much the star as a result of the Sweeny....
I married for the first time at the end of filming. John was in Africa and unable to (and probably wouldn't) come to the wedding but sent us a wonderful telegram promising to drink a bottle of vodka in our honour.
John is one of the three men I miss and think of frequently.
It was a very happy summer that year.
the video below is a collection of clips from the movie with a soundtrack from another sacred monster... Leonard Cohen. I have not seen this before.
Friday, 4 November 2011
Thursday, 3 November 2011
A new poem from Murray Lachlan Young.
October: To all those who went before.
A month of thought and word and deed
To cultural Olympiad
From booker prize to art at Frieze
Of what is good and what is bad?
Who would spray paint out a ‘Banksy’?
Who could be so crude and rash?
Good graffiti bad graffiti?
Post, post-modern cultures clash
While Ralph gives us his Prospero
And punters flee the Marat Sade
Michael Sheen his Dane to show
So what is: Just too avant-garde?
The Shakespeare, Dickens fests announced
Or, King’s Speech coming to the stage
Strictly makes the extra factor?
And what would Tintin have to say?
Of Madge, Madonna hair and shades
In arch red carpet attitude
A master class in marketing
No matter what the latitude
Ah names and names so many names
So many rise, so many fall
So many stars, so great the sky
How did we ever name them all?
A question perhaps for Grayson Perry
British Museum, Shamans robes
His tomb of the unknown craftsman
Installation, ancient road
To all of those who went before
To all of those and all the more
Who carved and cut and chipped honed
The dawn of time through Ancient Rome
To all of those whose time is now
Their names so great upon the tongue
Will in the blinking of the eye
Discover that their time is done
And what is left is craft its self
When all the names are stripped away
Upon the tomb that craftsmen made
The craft of time will endless play?
A month of thought and word and deed
To cultural Olympiad
From booker prize to art at Frieze
Of what is good and what is bad?
Who would spray paint out a ‘Banksy’?
Who could be so crude and rash?
Good graffiti bad graffiti?
Post, post-modern cultures clash
While Ralph gives us his Prospero
And punters flee the Marat Sade
Michael Sheen his Dane to show
So what is: Just too avant-garde?
The Shakespeare, Dickens fests announced
Or, King’s Speech coming to the stage
Strictly makes the extra factor?
And what would Tintin have to say?
Of Madge, Madonna hair and shades
In arch red carpet attitude
A master class in marketing
No matter what the latitude
Ah names and names so many names
So many rise, so many fall
So many stars, so great the sky
How did we ever name them all?
A question perhaps for Grayson Perry
British Museum, Shamans robes
His tomb of the unknown craftsman
Installation, ancient road
To all of those who went before
To all of those and all the more
Who carved and cut and chipped honed
The dawn of time through Ancient Rome
To all of those whose time is now
Their names so great upon the tongue
Will in the blinking of the eye
Discover that their time is done
And what is left is craft its self
When all the names are stripped away
Upon the tomb that craftsmen made
The craft of time will endless play?
Wednesday, 2 November 2011
Zoe Martlew at the Giant Olive Theatre, Kentish Town.
I've been tipped off that this will be worth attending. I don't know the venue but it sounds good. I'll report back.
Saturday, 29 October 2011
REMI KANAZI's first UK tour.
Remi Kanazi's UK tour kicks off with a fundraising event at the Tabernacle W11 on November 12th.
REMI KANAZI Palestinian-American Performance poet, writer, and activist based in New York City, he is the editor of Poets For Palestine and the author of Poetic Injustice: Writings on Resistance and Palestine. His political commentary has been featured by news outlets throughout the world and his poetry has taken him across North America and the Middle East. He recently appeared in the Palestine Festival of Literature as well as Poetry International. He is a recurring writer in residence and advisory board member for the Palestine Writing Workshop. www.poeticinjustice.net.
RAFEEF ZIADAH is a Canadian-Palestinian spoken word artist and activist. Her debut CD Hadeel is dedicated to Palestinian youth, who still fly kites in the face of F16 bombers, who still remember the names if their villages in Palestine and still hear the sound of Hadeel (cooing of doves) over Gaza. www.rafeefziadah.ca.
OMAR OFFENDUM is a Syrian-American Hip hop artist, author and producer- born in the KSA, raised in the USA, and repeatedly hassled by the TSA. His solo release in 2010 was affectionately dubbed "SyrianamericanA". www.offendum.com.
ZITA HOLBOURNE is a poet, artist and activist. Former member of Brothaman Poetry Collective she campaigns for equality, freedom, justice, and democracy through activism, art and poetry. www.myspace.com/zitaholbourne.
Ticket details HERE
Wednesday, 12 October 2011
SYMPTOMATIC presents THESE REIGNING DAYS + SMOKE FEATHERS + EVELYN BURKE + CRASHING FLOWERS
I feel my leg is up to going out and about. tomorrow night I am off to Archangel to see 'these reigning Days'; a band from Devon up in the smoke for the night. I'll report back.
8pm – £7/£5adv
Symptomatic presents a night of the up and coming indie, rock and folk happening in London. With newly established bands, they present quality sounds and a foot stomping, bliss inducing night of music.
Symptomatic presents a night of the up and coming indie, rock and folk happening in London. With newly established bands, they present quality sounds and a foot stomping, bliss inducing night of music.
Having started work on their debut album, Dan Steer (formerly of the Quails) Jonny Finnis and Joe Sansome aka These Reigning Days have already been creating a stir, and are set to have a blinding 2012 already securing Major festival slots accross the UK, Europe and US, as well as supporting fellow Devon based band Metronomy at their Torquay show this September. Later this year the band will also be headlining an Alpine tour of France and Switzerland.
Crashing Flowers
AAA @ Archangel,
11-13 Kensington High Street London W8 5NP
AAA @ Archangel,
11-13 Kensington High Street London W8 5NP
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