Just packing my bag to catch a train. Actually I am looking forward to sitting on a train for four hours, kind of feeling purposeful, doing nothing. We are going to hear Kenneth Anger talk tonight and show some of his films and tomorrow The Gluts play our first proper full show and I will see the fully installed video at Vane..
Archive for March, 2010
Have any of you been to The We Love 77 show at The Merchant’s Hall in Islington? Two guys have painted pictures of many of the bands around at that time. One paints the left half and the other the right half and to my surprise there was one of the Raincoats. It looks like we are crossing Abbey Road, but Victor one of the painters who painted Ana and is Portuguese assured me, it is supposed to be New York. Zilla’s film was interesting. There were so many different scenes around in punk. We all had such a different experience as well as so many parallel ones. I sometimes teach and the students often like to write about punk…. which punk, whose punk, what time?? There’s no such thing as history, only people’s perspectives. Make sure you get your voice heard!!!
Beautiful sunny day… Lei lei is roller skating up and down the living room and I am trying to fill in an application form for a film festival in Taipei for ‘The Gluts Go To Copenhagen’. The Raincoats are going to play in Japan in June. That’s a first for us. We have talked about this possibility with enthusiasm for years… Hoorah it’s really going to happen!
Hayley and I stayed up til 1.30am finalising the edit of the Gluts (50 minute) video. Hayley is winging her way to Newcastle to install the video at Vane, our gallery in the AV Festival. We are all going up there next weekend to play and we are also going to see Kenneth Anger… in person… Hoorah.
A Raincoats meeting scheduled today.. then running a songbook module at Wmin Uni this afternoon and onto Zilla Minx’s film at 6.45. Busy day today…
I have been teaching myself to yodel and this involves making a very loud noise, so mostly I do this in the car and faintly hope that the noise is not travelling too far. I glance at my neighbouring cars sometimes and wonder if they too are fans of yodelling. My daughter asked me why people yodel and I had to admit it was to be heard from one mountain top to another. It certainly is loud, but I do love it.