Saturday, 3 March 2018

Once and Future Band

 and I was 

 entertaining myself 

by taking portraits

and playing with light and shadows.

Friday, 2 March 2018

The line-up changed

a bit as it seems that some bands couldn't make it due to the absolutely bloody cataclysmic snow, but a part of In-flight entertainment managed to make his way through the snow barriers

as did the entire Clerques ensamble (even though I only present you with a photo of the singer, but believe me, they were all there).

Tuesday, 13 February 2018

An evening of music

 started off with Jen Cloher 

and her band in Rough Trade (I'm only going to show you a photo of the guitar player, because that's what I am like sometimes) 

and continued with Amber Peri

 Kenian Kian

and Kaya Aragniz at the Monarch. 

Monday, 12 February 2018

I know it doesn't look like it

but she was singing so quietly I had to buy her EP at the end of her show, just to hear what she was singing about.

Saturday, 10 February 2018

Welcomed back by Wills & Dean (with no photos of them)

 and Discount Columbo (only a quarter of Columbo here, but that's what you get with discounts)
and Nick and their music (with photos)

Friday, 9 February 2018

A night out

 with (the drummer of) Haircut

(the bass player of) Long Teeth

and Madame So.

Sunday, 4 February 2018

Kindred studios

 I was sitting on the windowsill

 contemplating my life 

and one afternoon the ghost from Trellick Tower came to ask whether I was okay.

Saturday, 3 February 2018

Save our NHS

 Stop the cuts

 and open your eyes, I bet you'll see the crisis 

 (why would there be so many people in the streets if there were no crisis?)

and yes, we do love our NHS.

Saturday, 27 January 2018

Friday, 26 January 2018

On the day her album

came out she invited us all down to Rough Trade in Talbot Rd. for a bit of a concert. 

Wednesday, 24 January 2018

Chalk Farm folk

with Sam River 
Mahoney and the Moment (no idea whether she is Mahoney or the moment)

and Bernard Hoskin

Tuesday, 23 January 2018

Ghost music

 released their debut ghost album and presented in Rough Trade (Brick Lane branch)

and Charlotte Campbell hosted the songwriters circle with Fayre (amongst others).  

Sunday, 21 January 2018

Girls to the front

 This time Miri 

 RoseRed and the Butterflies 
 Emma McGrath

 Megan O'Neill
 Jess Morgan
and Zoe Konez made it all the way to the front. 

Saturday, 20 January 2018

I wish I could have put it better myself

We are just two lost souls
swimming in a fish bowl
year after year
Running over the same old ground
what have we found?
The same old fears
(Pink Floyd, Wish you were here)
And sometimes you blink, and the bowl turns into something else. Sometimes it turns into a puddle in the middle of the living room floor. Sometimes in turns into a frozen pond behind a small wooden hut overlooking the fjords. Sometimes it turns into a London telephone box. But whatever it turns into you are trapped. You are covering the same old ground, staring the same old fears in the black soulless eyes. 
So the best thing to do is grab a camera and go searching for souls, hoping one of them will show you the small crack in the fish bowl, and maybe, just maybe, it will b big enough for you to make your escape . 

Sunday, 14 January 2018

Solitude in North Kensington

I was half asleep as I heard the wood gently crackling in the fire
 dreaming about the stories my grandfather used to tell me at bedtime
about the adventures he and his two best friends used to have while camping in the desert
telling each other stories and laughing in the good old times, in a century long gone

I opened my left eye as I smelt plastic and rubber burning
for a moment I thought I was 14 once again, back in the camp in Lebanon
where we burnt old tyres and our plastic toys - that we loved so dearly only a month ago 
but suddenly felt no need for - to keep that little warmth escaping our bruised bones

I opened both of my eyes as the thick grey smoke came rolling through the windows 
that I always leave open during the warm London summer,nights
letting in the fresh air and the lively sounds of a town 23 floors below
reminding me of everything I left in a world so far away, in a century long gone

I heard someone in the distance yell:Help! Water! Water! 
and I thought I must be dreaming all this smoke and crackling fire 
I was back underneath the rubber dinghy that had just capsized
with 79 people on board, 75 of whom were in the water for their first and last time 

I leaped out of bed when I saw the fire flash underneath my bedroom door
I opened the door, fleeing for my life once again, leaving everything behind as I did years ago
I rushed from the flat and hit the stairs drowning in smoke, a clear memory of the bombs and fire 
and people screaming, sirens waling, from a time long gone rushing through my head 

The last in the line of survivors in my family, 
this time I woke up to catch my death. 

This is a story from a notebook full of started stories and semi-finished poems linked to that day, that I constantly carry around with me and none of which I seem to be able to finish. After long months I decided to post this excerpt here, just to put at least something from the little black notebook out there. As the walks, everything in the notebook is in remembrance of the people who perished during that night.

Thursday, 11 January 2018

I seem to be going

to quite a lot of these singer/songwriter evenings. This time I saw four friends, who if I got it right, are all studying songwriting at uni (now there is a course I would love to do). Nata (from Moldova of all places) started off the evening for us

and Conor Riley followed her.

Leah Bryant was the first act of the second half of the evening and the only one of the night I have seen before

And Richard Fairlie brought the evening to an end.