Saturday, 17 March 2018

I was hoping to meet

 a friend at Acklam Village before he left London, but he didn't feel like coming because it was too cold. I went anyway and meet some other peeps, and listened to Katmandino 

 and the Mardhys play. 

After that I went down to Green Note to meet a few friends and listen to Hanna and the Broken Hearts (how come she never invited me into her band? I might not know how to play a instrument, but I sure had my heart broken, so surely I should qualify) play for us on a cold winter night in mid March.

Friday, 9 March 2018

Even if it is just

a brief impromptu move by a dancer at the opening of her photo exhibition I just have to be there to take a photo.

Monday, 5 March 2018

Old Blue Last

Mux warmed us up with their electronic/guitar/vocal combo

The Ferns, who had a Ringo in there (but not on drums) and looked a bit like the Beatles but sounded more like a modern indie band

while China Lane seemed awfully concerned about how they look on stage and could have relaxed a bit and enjoyed the music they were playing.  

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 .