Category Archives: Reveries

I’m a cyclist, a driver and a pedestrian

When I experience, hear about, or witness irresponsible behaviour in a professional context it reminds me of the debates between road users who annoy the hell out of each other all the time.

You get folks saying they’re better drivers ‘cos they’re cyclists and so on.

I hear “all agents are c*@!s”, or “all promoters are slippery”.

I also hear that that which you dislike in others is what you recongnise/dislike in yourself.


Collapse

Collapse Board is a great place to lose two hours

I could call it Collapsing. It’s when I have an extended session having clicked an Everett True tweet and been on a readathon. The latest started with his response to an article by Andrew Dubber: Music Journalism is the New Boring. Itself an excellent piece. I then found myself lost in the Collapse response to this N+1 article about Pitchfork.

All raise interesting questions and are proof that there is excellent music journalism if you’re ready or prepared or bothered to find it, like music itself. I’ve not spent enough time reading about music but then it can get pretty fucking boring, reading about something that someone likes – which (liking everything)  is largely what this article is accusing Pitchfork of these days. So too, the Dubber article.

There’s often too much of the writer in there however, and that can be grating. And I know I know that this is probably me, not the writer, with the problem… but still…

I find Dubber sometimes has the tone of an irritated knowitall wanting to prove he’s the one with the answer to everything. He’s angry! The thing is: he’s most often bang-on about the things that are getting on his nerves, and they should be getting on all our nerves too.

The N+1 article is a great read, as is the publication, I discover. (All due to my reading of THIS on Collapse) However writer Richard Beck still manages at the end to do what he criticises most Pitchfork writers of doing, albeit in perhaps a more subtle (or tongue in cheek) way. He wants us all to know that he gets it, but that at the same time, he wants us to know that he gets a whole lot more besides. Just like the Pitchfork writers, he’s showing off a bit:

But the story of The Beatles doesn’t begin with John, Paul, George, and Ringo deplaning at JFK. It begins with Jean-Philippe Rameau’s 1722 Treatise on Harmony, which began to theorize the tonal system that still furnishes the building blocks for almost all pop music.”

I found the above to be a little lofty and I found myself wanting to dumb-down, and defend some shitty pop journalism.Which again says more about me than ought to be necessary in something like this.

In the last few months I’ve been looking at the Collapse Board more and more often, and enjoying it very much. It has been a pleasure to connect with. Check it out for yourselves.
I’ll be looking up Jean-Philippe Rameau’s 1722 Treatise on Harmony.

 


Are we so delicate?

Fragile

I’ve had this reputation for a while among certain of my friends for being a straight talker. This is a bit wrong. I am a bit of a show off sure, and will say something to get a laugh, or a rise off someone, but I’m not intentionally mean and it hurts me a lot when folks are intentionally mean to me.

I have recently been reminded of something. A while ago a (well known) journalist told me that not liking or getting The National that much prevented them from writing anything at all about them as they didn’t want to say negative things about a band. The thing that reminded me was another (well known) music industry type not wanting to inform someone that the band they look after isn’t really for them.

Surely there is a way we can tell our truth without worrying about hurting people, and surely in turn there is a way that we can see someone’s truth as not intentionally mean and just move onto the next thing… It’s important to tell the truth no? Without being a dick right?


Two things, really quickly…

I have been laughing each time I see the pretentious advert for Egypt when it says “…and the stones spoke to me…”. I can’t help just replying “no they didn’t”

Any more examples of pretentiousness in ads please post below.

The other thing is here I sit at the Eurostar Terminal at St Pancras, not in a business lounge, but being online for free. Three cheers for Eurostar in this respect. I feel a bit of a fraud saying I am an international business dude, but I do travel a lot with work, and I HATE IT when airports hotels ir cafes (usually here in the UK) charge for using the internet. HATE IT.

It seems so old fashioned, and we all know it’s not something they are paying for so it’s just extra money they’re squeezing out of US.

Anyhow. Oh Ruin at Cafe Walvis in Brussels tonight. It’s Autumn Falls first ever edition! Excited!


HTC – Hate the XXXX

In one of those typical ad campaigns that make more friends for you if you have the product, HTC shouts about it’s capabilities of doing all kinds of stuff.

When I got my free upgrade from Orange a while back I opted for, (see – was sold) an HTC Hero. I asked for their best Blackberry as that’s what I was used to. An Android was what I was assured was the new thing. And at first I was very happy.I was happy that I wasn’t one of the tossers flocking to get an iPhone. I was kinda still into google as a company. (google seems to be going a bit crazy now though).

I need to get to the point. Later today I am gong to throw the little annoying piece of shit very hard at the floor, and hope that it smashes into smithereens. The keyboard stopped working long ago so now it takes an age to write the simplest of messages/emails. The reception can be infuriatingly poor. Orange aren’t going to help as it’s a while before my next free upgrade. “do you have insurance?”. No – just give me a fucking phone that will last the 18 months of the contract you insist I get. If the contract were 12 months, the fucking thing would probably just have made it for the duration.

HTC are saying they’ll come and collect it. But it’ll be in bits. I am going to happily use an old Nokia phone only for a while and go back to the source… hmmm


Right behind the eyes

Alela Diane at South Bank 2007

Alela Diane at South Bank 2007

My friend Alex Highton has a song which starts “You’ve got the trees, right behind your eyes”. (it’s called You’ve got the trees) I like this line very much, it has immediate visual elements working on more than one level, so it opens up a whole host of possibilities. In some ways it reminded me of  a poster Luke Insect did for a show we did with Alela Diane a while back (it’s there on the left). He hid the trees in her hair. It looked great. There are trees everywhere it seems but it’s more the eyes I wanted to write about today.

If you can get behind the eyes of people you’re supposed to be able to see all kinds of worlds (do they really mean it when they say they love me etc etc… and honest guvnor, I never done nothing…)

I’ve noticed this just the last couple of days in the way my mum looks when she isn’t aware that I am watching her/taking a photo. Her eyes look into the distance and she’s apparently deep in thought. She certainly looks wise in the way that older people do. Alex Ferguson looks wise when he dramatically interviews looking away from the camera. Ferguson has got a kind of gravitas (sorry if you’re not bothered about the footy – I’m sure it would feel the same if Scorcese, or Martina Navratilova, looked away from camera during an interview), and you know that he has a depth of knowledge about his subject that is up there with the very best.

My mum is about 7 months older than Ferguson, and has been suffering and deteriorating with Alzheimer’s Diseasefor that last maybe 9, definitely 6 or 7 years. We went for a coffee Saturday morning and I sneaked these pictures of her looking away and contemplating I don’t know what.

She looks very proud and dignified and I wonder what it is she is actually thinking. Whether they are lucid thoughts which she just struggles to communicate, or perhaps the thoughts themselves come in the hotch-potch way she tells them. Either way, I do like to think there’s a bunch of wisdom still going on behind those eyes. Trees, Grandchildren, Nature, Holidays, Sons, Nephews, Sisters, Parents, Friends… A whole life in fact.


From Camp Bestival to Bexhill on Sea to League 1 and a rainbow

Up to Rochdale. Down to Dorset. Down to Bexhill on Sea. All with returns to London in between. Lots of actual fun has been had. Brilliant. Plans continue for the Rochdale Feelgood Festival, and I’m pretty excited about that – Fri 13 and Sat 14 Aug – got loads of decent stuff both old and new and suited for folks old and young… I hope the weather keeps decent and loads of folks come out. I booked Dave Sweetmore the actual Rochdale FC announcer/DJ and I wonder if he’s the booking I am most proud of. I’m excited to be up in Rochdale for The Dale’s first match in League One this weekend, and then to be back the weekend after with a quick trip to Norway in between for Oya festival. I’ll be some kind of European Festival expert soon.

The Cedars at Folk Idol

The Cedars at Folk Idol

Last weekend saw the return of Folk Idol to Camp Bestival, and it was a blast. Once again I was worried till about 5

minutes before kickoff, as the fabulous Challice Family of judges weren’t there yet, also a good few of the bands who had said they would play. After an announcement however a good numb

er of people chanced an entry and we had enough people to start the show, especially after the judges appeared, all resplendent in good old fancy dress. A pirate, a pocahontas (or similar), a flamenco

Chris Wimborne town crier at Folk Idol

Chris Wimborne town crier - needs no false beard

dancer, and an I-can’t-remember-what. So the competition was fierce and included (among others) an actual town crier, satan, an eleven year old violin playing girl, the cedars, and skinny lister.

Brilliant. I discovered the power of giving out organic veg to loads of kids, causingmini riots with each potato/onion/cauliflower etc etc… See Folk Idol on Facebook if this seems just comletely weird. Or on MySpace. Gotta thank my Folk Idol Camp Bestival companion Uncle Scanny for his help over the weekend.

Rainbow in Crouch End

Rainbow in Crouch End

Anthony Gormley at Bexhill

Anthony Gormley at Bexhill

So yesterday I had an almost actual day off. This is needed in my stupid sad over-busy life. Slept over in an excellent B+B in superb comfy bed, visited lovely shops (Bexhill has the ONLY Alzheimer’s charity shop in the UK – and it is excellent – I bought a super 8 cine camera, and some binoculars). Visited the Gormley exhibition at De La Warr Pavillion – very good. Strolled about, had some lunch, wandered about by the sea. Felt good. Day off. Gotta have them.

At the end of it I saw this rainbow in Crouch End. So bright at the bottom, the photo doesn’t quite do it justice.


New blog

Here’s a new attempt for me to communicate something of worth to the world. I hope to be able to do this more regularly than I have previously.

Today was a very good day. In London it was very hot. I met with David Broughton and we walked around the East End. Stopping at Rough Trade East I bought three albums. All of which are proving very good indeed.

Cluster – Grosses Wasser

Eskimo Recordings present – Cosmic Disco?! – Cosmic ROCK!!

Padded Cell – Night Must Fall

The last one there – Padded Cell – looked awesome and sounds the same. I have to DJ at Green Man next week so I might use this. I was only aware of DC a little bit, through Demian (The Oscillation) having done stuff with them (I played with Dem in an old project Mesma) and need to check out more on this label.

Anyhow, for now, not wishing to be too ambitious. I might blog next week about Green Man, and how I managed to clear the area with my DJ no skills.