Monday, 12 September 2011
Monday, 2 May 2011
MARLBOROUGH ROAD MASSIVE
For me, the Marlborough road 'happening', on the day of the royal wedding (in case you don't know!), was such a spontaneous and uplifting time of sharing such music, that i just cant stop thinking about or talking about it. For a few short hours on that Friday, whilst some people in other parts of the country where celebrating a fairly important marriage, I like to think that the overwhelming majority of the people on Marlborough Road where celebrating being a community of diverse people, from the very young to the young at heart, in the only way they know how. By singing, dancing, smiling, eating, drinking and being merry. All of this done with a strong sense of peace and solidarity.
However, the only sadness is that both the authorities and the media wish to paint it with a much darker brush. For them they saw it as broken glass and taser guns, where a member of Parliament laments the demise of 'normal' inhabitants, others as somewhere that was a scary place to be, and where if media photographers pick up on the cigarette end of a story, all they will get is pictures of rubbish. There is always going to be a bad element in all walks of life, and the Friday's celebration on Marlborough Road was no exception. No one will condone the action of the smallest of minorities taking upon themselves to inflict damage or harm to anybody or anything, and we all know the world we live in is far from perfect. But i feel it is totally unfair that the overwhelming majority of 'normal' people that flowed along the street that afternoon should be tarred with the same brush, for one day in how many years, or decades even, the people reclaimed the streets for nothing more political than a celebration of life.
For me , the day was a restoration in warm, creative, and above all positive anduplifting human spirit, where it was possible to enjoy a few hours in the sunshine being happy together. Lets hope that we don't have to wait for another royal wedding to have a chance to express ourselves in the same manner again.
Saturday, 26 March 2011
DROWNING NOT WAVING
How is it I'm in this box in the first place?
The air in here is dank,
The leaden light in here hurts my eyes,
The smell of piss and body odour is overpowering
How do I get out of this box, and in to the fresh air?
Does it take ME to break the seal?
Do I have to wait for help?
Is the box actually real?
Or is it of my own making?
All I know is I didn't plan to be here,
I don't want to be here any more,
I need brightness, colour, warmth,
To feel the sun on my face.
Wednesday, 9 February 2011
SOME OF DEM DEAF AND SOME OF DEM BLIND
Maybe it's the timing, maybe it's my frame of mind at the moment, maybe, like one's sense of smell or one's sense of taste, my sense of sound is actively inciting emotions and feelings upon me, suggesting a time and a place in my history, and in this case, inducing a stage of lament. A lament for the past, for my youth. With this sense of sound, which is so evident in music, my thoughts and reflections are rose-tinted for the good old days of my youth , in the seventies and eighties. After just over two months of being blog writingly barren, the motive for finally putting my fingers to the keyboard was, yet again, music. What a hold and an influence it must have on me, music is , and always has been, pervasive in my life. Shaping my moods, my internal atmosphere. There are times, very rarely, when i cannot listen to music at all. I feel those time are usually when i am so emotionally spent that music is just too invasive or painful to even hit the start button on the CD player, when only silence will do. But, at the moment, it is a softer option of that extreme, the sad lament for past, things lost and things never to return. But, then again, the more i think about it, the more i realise that not only music seems to reflect my moods at any given time, but can also influence them. How many times have you actively chosen a piece of music to change your mood? I know it must be thousands for me. And with instant access to music on the Internet, it's so easy just to play your fave tunes. I even stumblingly tried dj'ing and mixing with two windows of You Tube the other night, and it worked (sort of!), got the toes tapping anyway!
Saturday, 4 December 2010
And The Next
Here I am,
Right now,
Right here right now,
And I'm panicing again, Is this really it?
Is this what it's come to?
Drifting aimlessly through the ether,
Picking up cigarette ends,
Seeing if I can get them to light up,
Get a hit,
Get some smoke down into my lungs.
Chasing dreams,
That turn to screams,
In the middle of the night,
My head,
My heart.
Hot sweats on cold nights,
Fear of the light,
Of fight or flight,
Of the night,
Of the day,
Of the way,
It's come to this,
Of the piss,
Of the hiss of stream,
That kills the dream,
That starts the scream,
I hear what you say,
As you start to sway,
It's the way,
It goes, I say,
this day,
And the next,
And the next,
And the next.
Wednesday, 1 December 2010
DEAR DIARY
Monday, 29 November 2010
Pressure Roots Hi-Fi meets Toxic Sound System at the Falmouth Rugby Club, Saturday 27th November
Music, as you may have gathered, is just one form of creativity that holds a special place in my heart. When I am moved by certain music, my desire is to be drawn into it, and share it, with equal measure.
This Saturday’s meeting of musical minds, in the heavyweight form of Pressure Roots Hi-Fi and Toxic Sound System, was a marathon length of fine roots reggae, and beyond. Two conscious rigs, weaved together with dub sirens and traditional one turntable set-ups, took their turns at half hour sets, moving on to two track duals, through the five hour set.
As moths drawn to a flame, the rhythm, richness and physicality of sound drew more and more to the dance floor, and with the change from one rig to another, the beat’s epicentre shifted the few metres from the forefront of one rig to another. Those that sought that amplified spot shifted also with sound, inspiring a hardcore few to move for hours without a break, with only the gap between records for a short breather. As with many forms of music that truly inspire movement, dance, tonight’s was no exception.