tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14790591.post114504675756759809..comments2023-11-05T02:59:27.283-08:00Comments on wordsandmusic: Repost - Psychogeography... a day up in town...Ornette Coleman at the Barbican, May 2, 2005Rod Warnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14812717242954233213noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14790591.post-1145179670900049162006-04-16T02:27:00.000-07:002006-04-16T02:27:00.000-07:00Your answers/questions were fantastic. Go and see...Your answers/questions were fantastic. Go and see if you won!!<BR/>If so, you'll have a story later....<BR/>I wonder if you are up yet, after that cheap red wine. Hee hee.<BR/><BR/>PS - Did you see in the paper today that there is going to be a massive Miles Davis retrospective on the radio + a documentary this year - I think I saw it in the Observer Review section.Molly Bloomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15002045980797531079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14790591.post-1145108667511385632006-04-15T06:44:00.000-07:002006-04-15T06:44:00.000-07:00Come and enter my competition. You'll be great at ...Come and enter my competition. You'll be great at it.Molly Bloomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15002045980797531079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14790591.post-1145105879623847922006-04-15T05:57:00.000-07:002006-04-15T05:57:00.000-07:00To my shame and chagrin, have never seen the good ...To my shame and chagrin, have never seen the good Mr Coleman live. I read a review in one of the broadsheets that said it was probably the last time we'd see him over here, and probably the last big jazz event ... neither of which, I hope, is true. Sounds like a performance to treasure, though (even given the vagaries of our wonderful rail system).<BR/>Amazing now, as you say, the antipathy that Ornette's music used to provoke - if nothing else, you'd think people could hear the sheer humanity and humour of the man and his music. That Miles, shouldn't he have known better? Mind you, I suppose he didn't get where he,um .. got .. by being a nice guy.<BR/>Saw a very nice piece in the Guardian today about dear old Albert Ayler and this new documentary about him - sounds good.St. Anthonyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05539878989031969603noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14790591.post-1145095927447931332006-04-15T03:12:00.000-07:002006-04-15T03:12:00.000-07:00That sounds like great fun living in that scene. ...That sounds like great fun living in that scene. I don't like the idealised view of the bourgeois hippies that did Woodstock and just ate flowers and all that shit. I like the gritty Sixties. Derek Jarman lived in Soho and he literally had pennies at the time. It's amazing how these great artists and film-makers are just sidelined by the utter cak that comes out now. It's one of my bug-bears. Terence Davies cannot get the money to make a film and Channel 4 promised to fund people like Jarman, then chickened out. I always think, no-one would really say that they were currently enjoying and appreciating a Jeffrey Archer novel, and yet, people are always banging on about how 'great' shit films are. No, really. Really, really shit films. When I'm at work, I have to grit my teeth continuously as they describe the utter trash they watch. It's depressing it really is. It's like what you said about 'Four Weddings' - I laughed at you rather eating excrement. I haven't even seen that film once. I refused to. It's the same with 'Titanic' - when I was doing my MA - my lecturer, who I had previously quite liked, was going on about how wonderful it is and inside I was just thinking, 'You fucker!' and we were discussing films and he was just showing this utter shite for us to discuss. I brought in 'An Angel at My Table' and 'The Terence Davies Trilogy' and they were just 'No, we can't look at that' even though it fitted into what we were discussing at the time. It was truly depressing.<BR/><BR/>You should look at some of Jarman's work. <BR/><BR/>I have just finished my next piece. However, it is truly depressing and I think maybe I should take it down. Oh well....<BR/><BR/>I'm sorry to hear about your wife. That is really hard for you. Is that Amelia's mum? Did this happen a long time ago?Barbara sounds like a free spirit and someone who looked after you. You've had a rough time of it. I hope things are going ok for you now. Sending virtual Stella for you. Take care.Molly Bloomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15002045980797531079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14790591.post-1145093695289068782006-04-15T02:34:00.000-07:002006-04-15T02:34:00.000-07:00Derek Jarman was (and is) a great favourite of min...Derek Jarman was (and is) a great favourite of mine - watched 'The Last of England' again a while back and thought it a visionary film in the tru e sense. I read some of his books years ago and was taken by his humanity and humour - one of those radical brits who don't fit any ideological straitjacket. Never seen much of his art, which I would like to- must seek it out. I don't know if there is anything currently on exhibition as I'm down in (shit -UP) in london quite a bit.<BR/>I used to live in Seymour Walk, many years ago -when Lionel Bart had a large house at the top of the street. We lived in two-room boho squalor for a couple of years - I walked down there a couple of years ago and hardly recognised the place! Mind you, it was pretty up-market when I lived there but there were a couple of decrepit cottages still - one of which of course, we inhabited. I'm thinking of doing some pieces on London in the sixties, not from the appalling sentimental angle but as I remember it - also links in with a putative book on the underground music scene of the time - not the rock one, but the acoustic/folk and free jazz one which fed it in many ways. I was in an odd position as a very small bit player who rubbed up next to quite a lot of better known people. Time, of course, is the factor (at my back I always hear etc.)... As a memoriam to my late wild first wife, Barbara who flitted round Soho bohemia and showed a young provincial boy how to behave...Rod Warnerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14812717242954233213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14790591.post-1145092889042811142006-04-15T02:21:00.000-07:002006-04-15T02:21:00.000-07:00South Kensington is really beautiful. I'm afraid ...South Kensington is really beautiful. I'm afraid I'm a South London girl.<BR/><BR/>The best thing that I saw at The Barbican was a retrospective of Derek Jarman's career just after he had died. It was lovely. It truly was. It was also very moving as some primary school children from the local area had recreated a garden in Jarman style outside near the fountain. It was heartbreaking. There were all of his paintpots and paintbrushes just lying around and his little books that he had written in. It was like being in his house. Poor old Derek. His little books inspired me to start one of my own at the time and strangely enough (synchronicity is a strange thing) I have mine next to me now as I'm about to use a little quote from it for a piece I'm about to do right now!Molly Bloomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15002045980797531079noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14790591.post-1145090290940201552006-04-15T01:38:00.000-07:002006-04-15T01:38:00.000-07:00...whoops, seeing double... the surplus review now......whoops, seeing double... the surplus review now deleted...<BR/>It was interesting to explore the Barbican area last year as I've been down since several times to concerts - one of those areas that I just assumed I knew and then reqlised I didn't. The west end and west london were my old stamping grounds - lived out in south ken and then stamford brook with my wife(as then was)...Rod Warnerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14812717242954233213noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14790591.post-1145087105568940512006-04-15T00:45:00.000-07:002006-04-15T00:45:00.000-07:00Oh, I'm wondering why you've posted this twice. I...Oh, I'm wondering why you've posted this twice. I liked your description of 'going UP to London' as I've had this conversation lots of times and often get told off for saying 'up' when perhaps I should be saying 'down'. My Grandpa always told me off and corrected me when I used to say, 'Can I get down from the table?' when he said that I should be saying, 'Can I get up?' and when I say, 'Shall we go into London?' and I am corrected. 'But you live IN London'<BR/><BR/>I've been in that Rising Sun pub when I went to the market. If I remember correctly, someone was playing chess then. Hopefully it was the same people! And yes, it's great to listen in to other people's conversations! You hear the most bizarre things. I think it's funny that they were talking about making porn films. Why do people talk so loudly though. Do I really want to hear every detail of their conversation? I would be mortally embarrassed if someone listened into my conversation. But maybe I should start talking loudly about bizarre, imaginary events. Then again, look at my blog!!!!!<BR/><BR/>I like the joy of the last paragraph too. This country is always closed, closed, closed. I think it's really funny that we're supposed to be so great in London, but often you go 'up' town (hee hee) and find everything is closed until lunchtime. I want it now! And everything closes so early. It's quite depressing. I'd love to have 24 hour life!Molly Bloomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15002045980797531079noreply@blogger.com