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Thursday, February 26, 2015

i was thinking about the world's biggest necklace

Can i say, albeit after all the talking at the begining....this is a sublime version of Led Zeps 'Kashmir'.And only recorded a few days ago!Hurray! The Gentle Author has done it again!
#1 LILI HAYDN
Chinese New Year Festival. Live at the Chinatown Central Plaza, Los Angeles, CA; February 21, 2015.
Kashmir [8:13]
#2 JONI MITCHELL
 The  Memorial Auditorium, Sacramento, CA; November 20, 1976.
Shadows And Light [5:20]
#3 SANDY DENNY & FAIRPORT CONVENTION 
Live at The Amazing Grace, Evanston, IL; September 5, 1975
 Tam Lin.[8.32] Me & Cath & Martin went to see this fine play in Manchester yesterday.... Read About The Scuttlers here.
Me & Cath see Young Fathers In Rochdale Library next month.

Friday, February 13, 2015

Old Friends ßookends

ßlimey,another Valentines Day...!
You know,my Dad was born on this day (& died on a Boxing Day) 
Strange to think he would be 98 now, had he lived.
 I know no more than you do about love.Other than it is universal as much as it is personal?
And that the long applause at the end of this (or any) song is as important as the music before it. 
Imagine,  I only turned my head away in order he had  a greater area to kiss........
My Son Chris & Me :Zante 1991


Cathy my Missus & Me in a mirror on the Greek Island of Paros in 1987.
Cathy in Paros:the same year.
This is a Sepia Saturday post. 
Bob Dylan - Pretty Saro from Columbia Records on Vimeo.

Friday, January 30, 2015

whoa, the blue light was my baby, and the red light was my mind.....

The Rolling Stones singing "Street Fighting Man" is total nonsense.A millionaire singing working class songs is a total lie.(hello,Russell Brand!)
 Saying that ,I loved this song  in the 1970s.I believed every word....Sometimes artifice is a very comforting distraction.innit?
We are critical of politicians & the lies they tell us.Are we any better with the lies we tell ourselves?

Athens:August 1987.
Cath took this photo of me in Athens in 1987.She was still recovering from her first miscarriage.
I asked her to take it.
I was reading plenty of Paul Bowles & Bruce Chatwin at the time.
I suppose ,in this photo , I wanted to give an impression of a 'Gentleman Abroad'.Living with 'real' people.[Not on some dodgy package holiday!]
 I remember I began reading Raymond Carver on my return.("Working Class Noir"!).
Chris was born safely the following year.I guess it worked....

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

the earth sings when he touches it [Shakespeare]


Horses are one of the theme options for this week's Sepia Saturday.
I may have shown these photos before?Im not sure but its always worth repeating.Innit.
Above&below r some of  my Aunt Brenda's photos from The Saranac Winter Carnival
Brenda was born in Canada.& ,at some point,her & the family moved to Upstate New York where these was taken
. here are a few more of her wonderful photos. 
here a couple of previous posts about it all....... 
This is a Sepia Saturday post.Hurray!

Friday, January 16, 2015

imagine stuff on Queen's Road!

My father-in-Law Brian.He was a draughtsman.He imagined stuff  on Queen's Road  in Halifax in the 1960's.


This week's Sepia Saturday is about old photos with writing on 'em.


Chris took this photo of me tonight.
Left is a tapestry made by my Aunty Brenda. It was framed,but the glass smashed in December.I got it mended today in Mytholmroyd.
 I have mentioned Brenda many times here. I am holding in my hands the only physical remains of her.
This mending was important to me.
 Right is a iPad sent me as a gift from Bob Piper in Sandhall,West Midlands.yesterday.
 Bob, you have been a good friend to me over the years.
I remember my cancer scare 7 years ago,You heldmy digital hand.Did I ever thank you?if not,i do now!
I remember those free John Cooper Clarke tickets for me & Cathy you gifted us.
Bob
.Please remember .This iPad will (i hope) help to be "a machine that kills facists".

Friday, January 09, 2015

A free man in Paris تَكْبِير

Thank You for your comments last week.
Rich in irony, I was making an effort for the New Year to stop being so anti-social here and reply to you all (i have been lax ,havnt i !)
 Then my 7 year old laptop dies. I only got a new machine tonight, so I still havnt begun replying! Still.On the scale of things its small beer given the murders in France.......
 Oh! Fuck Jesus Christ! Fuck Mohammed! And (especially) Fuck the Holy Ghost........

Thursday, January 01, 2015

ripple.

Best Wishes for 2015.But ,hang onto  
your hats,it gonna be bumpy........
  "a product which looked so elegant and could cost a lot of money, the fashion hat no less than for the raditional bowler, and homburg were made at a severe price to the health of the workers.
  In the wet room the material was worked in a mix of warm water and diluted acid, while in the dry room the dust and detritus from the fur had to be brushed out of the hair each evening before leaving work.
 It was a place where one woman “hated everyday of the four years I spent there,” while another reflected on the danger of hats that span off machines at terrifying speeds.........."
Photo taken by my Mum in Zante 1992.Me,Cathy(looking like John Wesley)& Chris

I have yet to visit The Hat Museum.I must head there soon.....sepia :206
The theme this week is all around my hat & flags.......

see this week's other sepia posts here

Friday, December 19, 2014

hard times come again no more


 above, some of my photos from this year.If you dont know their context,you just havnt been paying attention x

Saturday, December 13, 2014

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

the floor is made of turf and the walls full of butterflies.....

[view images:] Company: Noise Killer Acoustics Ltd. Address: Unit 7 Parkside Industrial Estate Edge Lane Street Royton, Oldham Manchester OL2 6DS. Contact: Steve Bithell. ".........During the industrial revolution Ancoats had a large Irish emigrant community in which, due to the harsh working conditions and rampant gang violence, life expectancy was just 17 years.
Nowadays the area is being gentrified and an effusive estate agent promises an audience gathered in Cutting Room Square a tour of bespoke apartments.
 But Angel Meadow does not surrender its ghosts lightly and the presentation is interrupted by a blood-splattered character (a ferociously unhinged Caitriona Ennis) who announces that gang violence has broken out again and Eddie is dead.
An attempt to lead the audience to safety results in us being divided into groups and individuals and taken on a nightmarish journey. The physical location of the play is largely irrelevant as it is more a trip through the state of mind of people who have little to lose and are on the verge of losing it anyway.
 Owen Boss superbly captures this lack of hope in his designs and installation. The rooms in a derelict public house are set out so that you might find yourself back in a 19th Century flophouse or illegitimate boxing ring. There is a disturbing surreal atmosphere that eerily demonstrates the futile lives of the inhabitants. The drinks cabinet in the pub is full of litres of bleach, which the characters swig with a life-hating disregard, the head of a butchered pig hangs over the pool table.
Fascinatingly at one point you pass a room n which the floor is made of turf and the walls full of butterflies – perhaps a promise of a better life. Rather than take the lazy way of many promenade productions, and just allow the audience to wander through the set, Louise Lowe's ingenious direction channels them towards particular events and scenes.
The manner in which the audience is divided ensures no two experiences will be the same. It is an intense and intimate event during which you may find yourself eyeball to eyeball with the burning physical presence of Thomas Reilly's deranged tough guy or holding the punching bag for bare knuckles boxer Eric O'Brien. There is also a deeply discomforting chance to share a whiskey with a grieving mother who begs you to take on the role of Sin Eater and allow her late child to ascend to heaven (the soul of the child is superbly represented). A bestial and squalid orgy and a bleak Christmas dinner also feature before the audience re-groups in the aftermath of Eddie's wake....."
What's On Stage:June 13th 2014: Angel Meadow (Ancoats, Manchester)]

Thursday, December 04, 2014

hell on earth

"According to Oxford University Press, Manchester derived its name from Mamucium, the Roman name for the 1st century-settlement and fort. Mamucium itself is a Latinised form of the Celtic meaning "breast-shaped hill".........."[WIKIPEDIA:] Not a lot of people know that.............
A photo here of Danny from Rochdale at the Manchester German Christmas Markets.
The bloke on the  right  of him.?  He looks a bit like George Osborne to me.
Angus Reach, a London-based journalist, visited Manchester in 1849 Observed "the lowest, most filthy, most unhealthy and most wicked locality in Manchester is called, singularly enough, 'Angel-meadow.' 
It is full of cellars and inhabited by prostitutes, their bullies, thieves, cadgers, vagrants, tramps and, in the very worst sties of filth and darkness, by those unhappy wretches the 'low Irish.'"
[REFERENCE:]
Karl Marx described it "Hell On Earth" and it inspired him to write The Communist Manifesto while he lived in the City.
Marx always imagined it would be here,not Russia, that Communism would rise up to heal the world. [Wikipedia:St Michaels and Angel Meadow Park]
 Today mostly all that is left  is a pleasant Park.(think of it as the opposite of that Joni Mitchell song .."they unpaved the parking lot & put up a park......") Its ironic.The Park is Beautiful.It's just the rest of Tory Britain that's turning feral.Hey-hoy.......
But ,underneath the grass are still some cellars inhabited by prostitutes, their bullies, thieves, cadgers, vagrants, tramps & 'low Irish.? I tread gently & listen closely whenever i  travel there.
[above :random images 2008-2013]

 Every year since 2008 myself & assorted Lancashire & Yorkshire friends (many from the Rochdale Turkish Baths,itself now closed & disolved)visit Manchester to see the Christmas German Markets.
Usually we include a visit to The Marble Arch Pub which is on the border of Angel Meadows.
It's one of the few buildings still standing around there.
We go for our 7th year next Wednesday.We start drinking at 2 pm & carry on until around 11pm.
Its strange looking at last year's photos.I look  really healthy (yet a few weeks later I was in hospital with Pneumonia ).
Phil the x-fireman has been to all six,but will miss this year as he's still on the 'Injury List' (incidently , he's doing well & Will be back next year.He comes with me to see the movie "TURNER" before Christmas.We are keeping him in the picture!)
You never know what around the corner or hidden under your feet and noses........obviously .