May-hem part 1

May 22, 2011

… someone has to keep the records.

it’s difficult probably impossible to actually document this month in any sort of coherent way as so much has happened mostly with the festival but some other things as well and any sort of chronology has been lost so here once again are i guess a series of glimses always May i try to run around and see as much of the festival as possible but some kind of (not malaise – I think i mean the event equivelent of audioamnesia – when you walk into a record shop and are instanly overwhelmed by the sheer choice and forget what you’re looking for in the first place) almost freezing up at the list of things that are going on, but I managed to make it to some things anyway and this i guess is some kind of loose description of what they were as well as possibly some kind of explaination to my friends as to where i’ve been for the last month.

anyway after the double bank holiday which contained dressing up in my tailcoat and going to a decidedly unroyal street party including a smattering of flags but badges and music and teenagers writing “smash the monarchy” on the pavement in chalk and “down with the patriachy” ended up dancing off badges in hand towards windmill street but they had some kind of junglist mayhem going on there and to be honest i think the moment had passed and then the following day we went to the all-night morris sunrise which i’ve already written about and then returning to work to further chaos and upheaval and on thursday went for a drink with phil “nice paisley” and he’s being chased by the census people because he won’t tell them who was in his house that night (i’m not sure anyone does know) and then off to hammer and tongue where I shared equal points victory with the bizarrely cheery and lovestruck robin and my piece to be honest could do with a bit of work it’s some kind of attempt at a narrative which is something that usually thwarts me and it could do with a bit of brushing up although there’s some good bits

“perhaps you’d stop for a late night kebab

in time to be pushed aside by anonymous fleeing figure

to discover the owner face down in the deep fat fryer

crisping to perfection

a hundred thousand pounds in a pitta bread on the counter

you turn to leave, but … wait

there are customers to serve”

and after that with the festival due to start spent a quiet night in with alien 4 (by the director of amelie, as it says on the box) and then saturday and down to new road and the giant balloon (“it’s just a giant balloon. everyone’s seen it. it just floats up and down”) which was actually fairly impressive although the girl attached to it had to just somersalt a few times and a pop-up choir and actually before that callled in at kate’s open house and crawled through a big tunnel of black and white checks and then was at the nightingale to see photographic memory which was a really special piece of theatre by david sheppeard who definately shares a similar obsession with the nature of photography that I do but also contained all sorts of stories, alternately beautiful, hilarious and heartbreaking, all covered in glitter and finishing with benny and the jets and then we meandered out with a sense of misdirection and after some hanging out on street corners turns out declan and phil have actually bought hectors house and covered it in red velvet (those guys are obsessed with red velvet) and handed free drinks and sticky brandy cocktails and looked at the world map of whales and a guide to dry stone walling amidst the dulcet pound of future drum ‘n bass and on sunday made badges all afternoon and then headed to st annes well gardens which was all filled with flaming sculptures and drank some sloe gin with vicky and bumped into various people and saw a man being grabbed by security guards to stop him from running into a fire and then got a lift home in a van belonging to some boy that emma-jane had met and then on monday i went to the dentists i think and then i went to work by mistake although that might have been the following monday and then went to see on tuesday the incredible minor sounds who made awesome soaring melancholic beautiful music and then for some reason there was some stand up comedy that i wasn’t really into and another band who werent really my cup of tea but the strangest thing was the moment we walked into the venue fraser geesin was on stage and we knew he was fraser geesin because he kept saying his name and he was performing stand up but the most funny thing was that it was actually fraser geesin because he’s the guy that lucy got off with at hats off dave’s party all those years ago and they went back to his house but the getting it on failed and then lucy poked him in the head all night and then he wrote a song about her called ‘get back to the isle of wight’ which includes such lines as “i just want to go to bed / but you keep poking me in the head” and we thought about introducing ourselves but weren’t really sure how we’d go about it and then on thursday went to the charles tapir to get a pint and were going to eat a pizza and then go see a show at the three and ten called the death of the novel by the gentlemen of leisure and so we ordered the pizza and got another pint but then the pizza didnt show up for ages and the clock was ticking and finally the pizza arrived exactly seventeen minutes before we were supposed to be at the show so we ate the pizza incredibly fast which is a shame because it was actually a really good pizza and then we ran all the way to the three and ten and just made it to the show in time and the gentlemen of leisure (the old GOL) were really good although we were sitting in the front row so i got picked on to take part in their pop quiz and then at one point they asked me whether i preferred to read the book or watch the film and then i pointed out that pretty much all i do is read novels that have been turned into films and then watch the film, and then a little bit later they asked me to say the first thing that came into my head and so i said ‘seal’ but it turns out they wanted me to choose one of two options from a list they were about to give to me but were relieved when it turned out I meant seal the animal not the musician although they did say ‘never trust a man who looks like a victorian serial killer’ and ‘just nod along, anything to stop him shouting ‘seal’ at us’, but that was all part of the fun, and then i passed out at about 9pm on friday and saturday’s a complete blank at the moment and then on sunday we went to see the blessing of the mackerel on the seafront although by the time we arrived the mackerel had already been blessed although we did get to meet the mayor although he seemed slightly tipsy and that crazy punk rocker guy who once crashed andy’s birthday party was there slurring “the festival’s rubbish, though, isn’t it” and then we went up to the waggon and horses for more morris action because it was the day of dance when 16 morris sides converge on brighton (for the casual reader it must seem like i’m totally obsessed with morris but this isnt strictly true, although it is the season…) and then they all got together on pavilion gardens for a giant dance-off and then we met up with becca and chris and drank some elderflower cider in the pav gar and then we wandered up through town and all the morris were having a big dance off outside the brighton tavern but they were all pretty drunk by then and doing a dance which involved having to down a pint and then becca was trying to get charlie to dance with her but no other morris men were up for it, here is a picture where you can see charlie’s disappointment as he realises the dance-off isn’t going to happen

anyway and then we went to the star and got some curry and then came home and then on monday we went to see spacedog perform televisor which was absolutely incredible – we saw them do the uncanny valley at the marlborough last year (although possibly the most uncanny bit was the fact that me and amy were thinking of doing an uncanny show at the same venue on pretty much the same date and called up tarik and he thought there must be some kind of ‘uncanny valley scene’ – maybe there is, although i imagine it’s pretty small) but anyway the show was awesome they had delightful and creepy singing robots and a singing crow and a electronic belltower and an actual televisor and this brilliant percussionist and sarah angliss was playing her theremin and professor elemental was growling about carnivorous toys – it was a beautiful and unsettling evening. Seriously, Sarah Angliss and spacedog deserve recognition as one of the most unique musical acts I’ve ever come across. Link! and then on tuesday went out with the fringe cru to the pop-up restaurant at city college which was a delightful if also quite bizarre experience -it’s all in 70’s style and decor and they gave us incredible cocktails (i’m now a massive sucker for anything full of gin and vermouth and campari – more so than usual) and the food was incredible and what’s also quite funny is the fact that as they’re all catering students they’re all really young so it was slightly like being in a five star restaurant but being served by children (not actual children. perhaps i’m just getting old) but it was loads of incredible food for bargain prices and my main regret is that i didn’t get the baked alaska because i was a bit overwhelmed by the sheer amount of food we’d been given by that point and ‘plumped’ for the fruit sorbet and then the next day we went to the woods at the komedia and they were supposed to have filled the top room with trees and there werent as many trees as perhaps there could have been but it still looked pretty good and there was a giant creature made out of foam wandering about and a big chair in the middle where a guy was telling stories and then the moulettes came on who were incredible prog-folk with violins and cello (girls! strings!) and then the other band came on after them but i wasn’t really into them as much but it was worth it just for the moulettes and then on thursday i think i just stared into space and passed out early and then on friday popped down to see the brand new victorian gin carriage in jubilee square and sat in the sun for a bit and swapped a story for a glass of gin and then went back to the office and then headed off again to just catch the dog eared collective who were very enthusiastic and had some great sketches (i was a bit of a sucker for the one about the superhero who stands up for the rights of short people, but maybe I’m biased) and then james had given me the first draft of his book ‘clown stories volume 1’ which has got a couple of stories and a poem that I’ve written in it so I sat on the beach after work and drank a beer and read some clown stories and then ran up the hill for a quick pint with anna and then went on down to the gin carriage for their launch which was ridiculous as they just handed us obscene quantities of gin which was incredible but then we went to the former hectors house to go see king porter stomp but by then i was thoroughly confused and vicky bought me a bottle of newky brown but then i think i just went to sleep outside and the next thing i knew was a load of teenagers were shouting “oi! pinstripe! wake up!” and i woke up and realised I was thoroughly befuddled so wandered back home and bought a block of cheese on the way home some of which i ate. and then the next day i woke up a bit confused but i had to go read some poems inside petrusco’s giant scuplture of his own head on new road so went on down and actually it turned out i was standing on a stool in front of the giant head and i’ve had some bad esperiences reading poetry standing on stools (once had to be rescued from a load of angry football fans in the victory by a bouncer, and the aforementioned ‘freddie mercury’ incident) but it actually went really well and i even managed to drown out michael jackson which is always a difficult task and a few people were videoing it so there’ll probably be footage of me looking red-faced and deranged standing on a stool on youtube before long and then met up with anna and her mum and dad who whisked us out to terre a terre (well decadent) and we ate all sorts of incredible gourmet food and then went off to the balkan brass explosion at the dome which was something else – if serbia is like that all the time then i really want to go. there were a load of older experienced brass musicians on the left and a load of younger more entheusiastic brass & percussion musicians on the right and they took turns to play incredible gypsy brass music whilst Marko Marcovic bounced about flailing his trumpet like a loon. and then at the end they all teamed up to make a massive brass supergroup. they played for hours and it was totally awesome and has reignited my desire to go to the serbian trumpet festival. one day, perhaps, one day. and that brings us up to today and i’ve got to go host a poetry event in the gin carriage in a couple of hours and go and rescue my bell. it’s been a long month. no rest for the wicked.


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