Art is …
sometimes a statement, an expression, a comment …
it can be grand and glorious or small, distressed, torn …
it can seem quite ordinary but because it has been placed in ‘a frame’ it has special meaning …
… sometimes the word itself is just a little too much because of all the baggage that can go with it, but then you find something, hear something and the ordinary, the odd moment suddenly has new and added meaning and depth …
a variety of odd backgrounds, environment textures and similar – a variety of formats – jpg, png,svg – something to add to any project, using all sorts of materials in a variety of palettes, extending
Source: RiteTrax on the Bole Hills
Having attended the Rite Trax event at Golden Harvest in Sheffield a little while ago it looks like I may be performing at the next one. The experience of that first event was something good to say the least. Having such a range of different performance in an unusual setting and with such a range of people was really pleasant. There is nothing quite like the right sort of party crew – a couple of drinks, performance which went from live poetry readings to live electronica, artists displaying works and on top of that old favourite dj’s performing. Well!! Sweet! Things like this make a difference. It is not the usual crawl around particular bars and pubs, then perhaps a club and so on.
Moving from the drudgery of everyday working and business life you search for something more, a new palette to enliven your imagination and find so much in just the ordinary and everyday.
There is a particular quality about autumn, its beginnings. As days grow a little shorter but there is still a hint of warmth, or at least an absence of real cold. We have gone beyond wild picnics and summer jaunts. There is something of a new beginning taking place, work or study comes to the fore and personally I have the urge to slip into particular bars, run through certain sorts of music and spend evenings in a way that is …
But there is also the sky and the neighbourhood just as the sun sets, strange colourations of things. Musical in its own right. You can find an entertaining or intriguing texture almost anywhere.
left right left right
slowly with purpose
into gently honest sincerity
plain and to the point
yes that hand points away
march not with a legion
but as a true plebeian
it is easy to drift
just a drift of cloud to point
via rising setting.
There were times when a lot of my old skool moments were to say the least a little seedy – the streetcorner things, backstreets, alleys with strange doors opening onto a passage leading to a party and more … I am so much older now but probably still as badly behaved – joke! There were some great times back then, indeed great times to be had in all sorts of decades, each had its own quality and flavour. A fond memory or three involved meeting people such as Daryl Pandy of Chicago fame, Nicky Blackmarket and John Bradbury in the Cross in Cov …
Yes we are having a bit of a bash – all sorts of old skool plus newere bits and pieces
June 13th the Redhouse Solly Street from 8pm free entry
via Hospital Records.