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Resolution of Sound @ Stained Glass Centre 3rd June 2017
ADAM Festival @ Acomb Library 15th June 2017
Say Owt Slam Clash of Champions III @ The Basement 2nd July 2017
Deer Shed Festival 22nd July 2017
Nerd Punks 3-D @ Edinburgh Fringe, Banshee Labyrinth 20-27th 21.50-22.50
Tuesday, 10 October 2017
Tuesday, 3 October 2017
Thursday, 14 September 2017
For a long time I think I bought into the myth, prevalent in the Arts for sure, one day you will 'make it'. You will be the actor/writer/director that you idolise. I sometimes feel, far even beyond politicians, that artists are placed on pedestals. Glorification.
There's a constant phrase bandied around that your energy + time + money will 'pay off'. Well, not always. Some people are just in the right place, and right time. Some people are thrown opportunities at them. Some people have to work twice as hard because their have the world stacked against them in a sexist/racist/classist/ablist world. Sometimes you work hard in the wrong direction. Like a wonky swimmer splashing in the wrong direction: land was off to the east. Sorry, you spent hours swimming to the west and nothing but emptiness.
I wrote about this in another blog about The Land Of Should. Expectations and assumptions are not always healthy for artists. I should be getting paid gigs, I should be working on an album I should be getting up earlier, I should be healthier, I should be better.
And, yes, if you do put a lot of energy into a task you will get better. Practising guitar or a new language. Getting better at free-writing, getting better at learning poems, getting better at mic technique. But career-wise, it's trickier. We talk of 'paying off' like it's a reward. It has its origins as a gambling term from 1905, only in 1951 recorded as meaning 'to be profitable'. The greasy hint of money hovers around the phrase.
When does something 'pay off'? 2 weeks? 5 years? When you hit 30? When you don't worry about money anymore? When you've impressed our 12-year old selves? When you've impressed your parents? When you win the Nobel Prize for Literature?
Essentially, I think there's a difference between a 'goal' and a 'reward' and a 'pay-off'. Rewards imply you are given something for your service or attitude or achievement. There's a power structure (maybe with Christian undertones) that someone with more authority 'rewards' you. I don't like that very much. Goals can be small Goals can be achievable.
So the 'payoff' in a film is when you stick it out, and then something much more exciting happens at the climax. You paid into the film, and the payoff is the end result of your attention. But of course the whole time you are making and working should be a ups and downs and waves and slumps of experiences, not a journey leading to one single point.
I guess this is one of the lessons I need to learn for myself, and use this blog to remind myself: The arts are bloody hard. Don't expect anyone to hand you anything just because you did work in the past. Just because your CV is impressive. Just because you have put loads of time, energy and money into your projects doesn't mean at some fixed point there will be a specific, financial, appreciative career payoff where someone gives you ALL the commissions and ALL the awards and ALL the gigs and ALL the respect. There is no magical point.
It's a road, not a upwards climb to a plateau. But, along this road are many celebrations, victories and successes. Try to acknowledge them.
Monday, 4 September 2017
I was going to post a link to an article, but all you need to do is google 'student mental health' for a whole heap of stats which may be hard, if somewhat unsurprising, viewing.
Sunday, 27 August 2017
Saturday, 19 August 2017
Monday, 14 August 2017
Saturday, 12 August 2017
Thursday, 27 July 2017
Sunday, 16 July 2017
Wednesday, 5 July 2017
Friday, 30 June 2017
Tuesday, 27 June 2017
Tuesday, 20 June 2017
Monday, 12 June 2017
Tuesday, 6 June 2017
In the echoy community centre, like blue meerkats, they checked no one was watching.
That afternoon they kicked a homeless man, but they didn't make eye contact whilst they did so.
The Shy Tories marched into the school, and stole the children's meals.
Peas and carrots cascaded across the floor, as the children clutched their spectre-thin stomachs.
But the Shy Tories had needed take a deep breath beforehand, to steady their nerves.
The Shy Tories jeered at a woman in a wheelchair, quoting invented facts.
But it was a woman they already knew, because the Shy Tories found it difficult to meet new people.
The Shy Tories ended their evening by Privatising the NHS.
Shy Tories find it uncomfortable to leave the house, so sold it off from the security of their own mansions.
"Are you coming out to be Strong & Stable?" guffawed the Proper Tories, who strode along the streets with great big steel scissors used for cutting up the public sector.
"No" the Shy Tories muttered before having a little cry, for their scissors were very small.
The Shy Tories peeked their heads out of the Polling Booth
And condemned both the old and the youth.
Over the last 7 years I’ve been drawn towards Anarchism and the deconstruction of the Westminster hierarchy. I know the Labour manifesto is far from perfect, Corbyn himself still, highly problematic and essentially we’re voting for bigger cages and longer chains in a capitalist system. But the Tories want to see the working class die. They want to see disabled people die. Refugees die. Abused women die. The homeless die. They actively want that. Why else would their policies exist? They are a poisonous fog, and the electorate are getting lost within their toxic rhetoric. Sorry Tories, you're the Bad Guys.
Sunday, 4 June 2017
Then I broke my spine picking up the gigantic bill
I guess that’s what happens when the NHS is privatised
But I couldn’t vote for Labour because Jeremy Corbyn doesn’t wear a tie
I’d go to the museum, but there isn’t one
I’ll just stay home, watch re-runs instead
But I couldn’t vote for Labour because Jeremy Corbyn is a Socialist Communist Marxist Red
The only work was making sure the people get deported
I’m starting to learn we should have looked after one another
But I couldn’t vote for Labour because Jeremy Corbyn collects drainhole covers
Instead of inspired he just looked tired
Constant cuts and exams don't give him the skills he needs to know
But I couldn’t vote for Labour because of what Jeremy Corbyn said 30 years ago
But more punk and ska quite appeals to me
80% of the media is owned by 5 billionaires and the BBC are a highly paid Tory-team
But I couldn’t vote for Labour because Jeremy Corbyn doesn’t Sing God Save The Queen
But the person there said, sorry, just checking…
Are you really starving because we have some Nurses going hungry?
But I couldn’t vote for Labour because Jeremy Corbyn is a bit scruffy
When everyone’s just dying to get the Red Button and push it?
And kill millions in a British Nuclear Apocalypse when the bombs are released?
But I couldn’t vote for Labour because Jeremy Corbyn wanted peace
I wanted to scaremonger but I’m not really sure where this is going
I guess, as Britain felt the stranglehold of 5 more years of austerity
I probably shouldn’t have voted for Theresa May because she’s a heartless Tory.