WAS my Blog (Hey! I’m not really a blog I’m a magazine - but not your usual sort of) Magazine. BLOGZINE. It's stopped being anything now, as of April 9, 2008.
But what is online stays online, and what's here is what happened while it was happening. The Chinese above, in Pinyin, is huānyíng, and it means “Welcome” and it’s meant. The girl (pictured) is my television lawyer, just in case. E&D is (or was) a mix of poetry & reviews and sometimes charmingly gentle rhubarb (sometimes with hot custard); it has a heart of rolled gold & the word ‘acerbic’ (is that related to ‘cynical’?) doesn't come into it. There are music reviews too, of gigs at the local music halls. This bit was on hold for a while because I was in China for two years, but now I'm not, though I'm going back soon. Anyway, everything here is all a kind of mysterious (I’d like to say it’s sensuous but it isn’t) zone of gentle & benign happiness (whatever the hell 'happiness' is), where headaches disappear & people are friends, & your shoes never need cleaning, & I hope you enjoy it.
This is a re-designed site, launched in October 2006. You can view the original website, and all the stuff published there, by clicking here.
Oh, & if you want to find out about my poetry, please go to my Home-From-Home which is a site almost as heavenly as this one.
The world is still full of useless idiots, he said...
I have a theory about gigs. It’s that when a band suddenly gets a lot of media attention, then lots of useless idiots show up at a gig to see what all the fuss is about. These useless idiots might have heard the music, but they also might not. What they certainly don’t do is add anything more than an air of ennui to a show. Like, well, we’re here, but we’re not going to get involved…..
The last time I saw British Sea Power, they had one record out (their great first one) and it was like everyone at the Rescue Rooms was into it, and the band played great, and a jolly good time was had by all.
This time, last night I think it was (yes, it was…), the band seem to have been in the bloody papers every day for the last fortnight (I know they haven’t, but they are everywhere, almost) and, if truth be told, they added to the air of no atmosphere (a poetical phrase, I think) by playing non-stop for maybe 90 minutes and barely uttering more than 6 words by way of talking to the audience. Why don’t these ultra-cool people say Hello, for fuck sake? “How are you Nottingham?” isn’t too much to ask. At least it’d make us feel like they cared about where they were, even if they only care enough to check on their itinerary out of politeness. Maybe they simply have the personalities of doughnuts. (I’m not convinced they can actually read books, no matter what the papers say. Just because in the photo here he's holding a book..... whatever.....)
Having said all that, I still think they’re really good. “Do You Like Rock Music?” is a pretty damn good record, I think, and I enjoyed the show, more or less. It went on for about half an hour too long, the last half hour filled with some self-indulgent wigging out, lots of noise, and not much in the way of song. But otherwise, ok. I couldn’t stand the audience, though, who only woke up near the end. Maybe the beers had kicked in by then.
Anyway, how have you been? Me? Fine thank you. Never been better. I just went out and made a cup of tea and forgot to come back. I’m back now.