tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-129816492024-03-07T07:43:00.518+00:00The Clerkenwell Kid<i>Myth Music London Love Birth Death Dreams Blood and The Real Tuesday Weld</i>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger185125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12981649.post-56358155443560222352015-02-18T18:06:00.005+00:002015-02-18T18:12:15.222+00:00THIS IS THE END<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This is my final post. I am not off in a huff or anything but I realise that life is very different than when I started this blog almost ten years ago with the post '<a href="http://theclerkenwellkid.blogspot.co.uk/2005_06_01_archive.html" target="_blank">Wet Dreams'</a> about my visit to the hidden river Fleet. That was brought home to me last week when the very same story was broadcast on BBC Radio 3 as part of the Just Juvenilia series </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">produced by Duncan Minshull</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">. It was also the story of the beginning of <b>The Real Tuesday Weld </b>and </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">the song </span><i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">'I Love the Rain' - </i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">which was</span><i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">perhaps the very first electro-swing tune (although of course we called it <a href="http://www.antiquebeat.co.uk/" target="_blank">Antique Beat)</a></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So we are sort of ending with a beginning.</span> That<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> sort of sums it all up really.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And it is not that I am no longer bothered about <i>"Myth Music London Love Birth Death Dreams or Blood' </i>either. In fact, I think care more, but several of these things have now evolved their own lives. If you still care too and want to stay connected, or if you should come across this in some future age, we can be in touch here:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">For THE REAL TUESDAY WELD go <a href="http://www.tuesdayweld.com/" target="_blank">HERE,</a> <a href="http://www.youtube.com/therealtuesdayweld" target="_blank">HERE</a> or <a href="https://www.facebook.com/therealtuesdayweld" target="_blank">HERE</a></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">For BEAUTIFUL THINGS to own, see and hear, go </span><a href="http://antiquebeat.co.uk/artists/the-real-tuesday-weld/" target="_blank">HERE</a><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">For LONDON related things go <a href="http://www.salonforthecity.blogspot.co.uk/" target="_blank">HERE</a> or <a href="http://www.32londoners.com/" target="_blank">HERE</a></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">For DEATH go <a href="http://www.londonmonthofthedead.com/" target="_blank">HERE</a></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">For my FILM MUSIC go <a href="http://www.clerkenwellkid.com/" target="_blank">HERE</a></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">To read about the strange, strange story of ghostly records and the people who loved music so much they went to prison for it, go <a href="http://www.x-rayaudio.squarespace.com/" target="_blank">HERE</a></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I have really enjoyed writing the 200 plus posts I made for this blog and if you have read and enjoyed any of them, thank you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It's always best to finish with a song and so here is the one that in many ways started it all off.*</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>Very best wishes then</i></span><br />
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*W<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">ith eternal thanks to Tracy Lee Jackson of Dreamy records who heard it all those years ago and </span><b style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">believed..</b>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12981649.post-81380184640926604552014-11-23T17:22:00.004+00:002014-11-23T22:09:00.167+00:00HAPPY HATTER CHRISTMAS<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Get The Real Tuesday Weld's 2014 Audio Christmas Card <b><a href="http://antiquebeat.co.uk/products/music/2014/11/happy-hatter-audio-christmas-card/" target="_blank">HERE</a></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It's almost that time of year again isn't it?. It seems to come with increasing rapidity. Good job I'm immortal.. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In the sixties, <b>The Beatles</b>, who were pioneers in SO many ways, used to make special flexi discs containing songs and bits of spoken word for their fan club at Christmas. Inspired, <b>The Real Tuesday Weld</b> have made an <b><a href="http://antiquebeat.co.uk/products/music/2014/11/happy-hatter-audio-christmas-card/" target="_blank">Audio Christmas Card</a> </b>for the last eight years. Originally it was just for friends and to say thanks to all the amazing people who have helped or supported us but a few years back after many requests (well, two or three), we started to make them available to all. They contain new music and pieces from the past year that wouldn't normally see the light of day. Often some of our best work I think. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">They take the form of a specially designed greetings card with a mini cd inside - a format I have always loved although it is now almost totally anachronistic. You can actually play them in a standard cd player tray - although not of course in a laptop. Every year, we think 'shall we bother?" and I always say 'yes' because although we now also include a digital download token, it just doesn't seem the same to not have 'the actual thing' in some physical form or other. You can use the cd as a small coaster if you like.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You can get this year's card </span><b style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><a href="http://antiquebeat.co.uk/products/music/2014/11/happy-hatter-audio-christmas-card/" target="_blank">HERE</a></b><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - signed and dedicated if you like.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The super cool image is one from the <b>Alice in Wonderband </b>collection by </span><a href="http://antiquebeat.co.uk/" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" target="_blank">Antique Beat</a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - beautiful cool </span><b style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><a href="http://antiquebeat.co.uk/products/stationery/2014/11/alice-in-wonderband-greeting-cards/" target="_blank">greetings cards</a></b><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> and </span><b style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><a href="http://antiquebeat.co.uk/products/clothes/2014/11/alice-in-wonderband-t-shirts/" target="_blank">T shirts </a></b><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">featuring </span><i style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Alice and her friends in a psych-rock band</i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> (really). With all the other things Antique Beat have on offer, that should really cover your Christmas list right?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am particularly pleased with the music this time: "<i>Hey Miss Policeman"</i> (a song about a cross-dressing law officer); <i>"Forsaken"</i> with my dear friend Marcella Puppini (from this year's score for the US film 'Meet Me in Montenegro'); <i>"Cheshire Love Cat Blooze"</i> (does what it says on the tin) and <i>'It Came Through the Window"</i> inspired by '<b>The Man Who Married Kittens'</b>, the Walter Potter biopic I scored for maverick director Ronni Thomas.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And as an extra Christmas stocking filler, the EP contains a copy of our much requested cover version of Abba's masterpiece <b>"The Day Before You Came"</b>. This was only previously available on a US compilation. The original is one of my favourite ever songs:</span><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The Real Tuesday Weld make a record for Dead People.</span></i><br />
<b><i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><a href="http://antiquebeat.co.uk/products/music/2014/09/in-memorium/" target="_blank">Buy In Memorium here</a></span></i></b><br />
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Barely a week goes by without some new horror story about the London property market. But accommodation has always been a problem here - even for the dead</span><br />
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The city is a teetering Necropolis. Countless thousands lie beneath our feet. Until inner city burials were banned in the mid 19th C., everyone who died here was squashed into tiny parochial church yards. Even before the horrors of the Black Death, tales abounded of body parts visible below thin layers of soil, corpses piled upon each other in cellars or left lying in the streets. </span><br />
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The Victorians built 'The Magnificent Seven Cemeteries' in a ring around the city to stop all that. This month, in two of them, Antique Beat are hosting <b>'<a href="http://www.londonmonthofthedead.com/" target="_blank">The London Month of the Dead'</a></b> with our friends A Curious Invitation. We are investigating the capital’s relationship with its deceased residents with workshops, walks, talks, a seance and an incredible array of speakers on death, dissection, bereavement, cemeteries, near-death experience, the paranormal **</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />As importantly, we are raising money for Brompton and Kensal Green cemeteries. My personal project is to raise enough to unlock <b>'</b><a href="http://theclerkenwellkid.blogspot.co.uk/2011/06/time-space-and-city.html" style="font-weight: bold;" target="_blank">The Brompton Time Machine' </a>- better known as <i>The Courtoy Mausoleum</i>. An interesting legend has grown up around this mausoleum because it is the only one in the cemetery for which there is no record of construction - <b style="font-style: italic;">and for which there is no key. </b>It hasn't been entered for over a hundred years. It is thought to have been designed by the Egyptologist and occultist Joseph Bonomi - pictured here. The legend is that it may have been a Time Machine or even part of wider <b><a href="http://theclerkenwellkid.blogspot.co.uk/2011/08/tunnels-teleportation-and-exploded.html" target="_blank">'London Teleportation System'</a> **</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><br /></b>Our aim is to raise enough to have the Mausoleum opened and a new key provided for future access / time travel. To that end, we have made a haunting new Ep called <a href="http://antiquebeat.co.uk/products/music/2014/09/in-memorium/" target="_blank"><b>In Memorium </b> </a>- a sequence of</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> songs about death with our friends <i>Lazarus and the Plane Crash</i>, <i>The Puppini Sisters</i> and <i>Martyn Jacques of The Tiger Lillies</i>.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /><b><i><a href="http://antiquebeat.co.uk/products/music/2014/09/in-memorium/" target="_blank">Listen and buy it here</a></i></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">(If you buy a ticket to any event at London Month of the Dead, you get a complimentary copy included in your ticket price).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>So go ahead</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>And save a slice</i></span><br />
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And in case you need any more inducements to <b>help raise </b>(money for) <b>the dead, </b>here is the Lazarus Plane Crash song "The Clay's a Calling" exhumed from the In Memorium Ep.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">*</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Of particular note to Londoners, may be<b> '<a href="http://www.londonmonthofthedead.com/dayinthelifeofdeath.html">A Day in the Life of Death' </a></b>- a chance to ask a London undertaker all the questions you ever wanted to or <a href="http://www.londonmonthofthedead.com/apocalypsenowandthen.html">'<b>Apocalypse Now and Then' </b></a>when London's <i>'mass fatality planner' </i> will be explaining what will happen to us in the case of various disasters..</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">**Ironically, of the several ways of now getting quickly around London, one of the ones that has become more popular is <b>'The Brompton' </b>- a fold-up portable bicycle.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">we came to see the film as it should be seen - in a good film theatre with its beauty and its wonderful soundtrack properly revealed - but also to meet with Misha and have the opportunity to talk with him. And we did talk and it was actually rather moving. He told us about his friendship with Mikael Tariverdiev, about their creative collaboration, about Goodbye Boys and about his own life. And what a life it has been.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Actually, it has been a life with many difficulties and many sufferings but to meet such a vibrant, positive and funny person, you might not think so. </span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We spent some happy time together. I hope Misha felt so too. It was wonderful to see him with Vera and with two of the actors who played the boys in Goodbye Boys. (see above) It was wonderful to see him honoured properly after all this time and it was wonderful to meet his friends and family who love him so much.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We will have the pleasure of releasing a compilation of Mikael Tariverdiev's music in the West next year. People here need to hear it - they are missing out terribly. It would be wonderful if Misha Khalik's work was known here too - I love his films and I can't even speak Russian! But then there is so much Russian culture that we have been discovering that people here would love too..</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I finally got to series five of <b><a href="http://www.amctv.com/shows/breaking-bad/cast/todd-alquist" target="_blank">Breaking Bad</a></b> (yeah, I know, two years after you did) and realised there are officially only two degrees of separation between me and Walter White. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Todd, the new recruit to Walter's meth squad (and who shoots the little boy after they rip off the cargo train), is played by <b><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jesse_Plemons" target="_blank">Jesse Plemons</a></b> who was the male lead in <b><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1486186/" target="_blank">Meeting Spencer</a></b>, a US Indie I scored a few years ago. *</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My connection with Jesse is to do with the song <i><b>'If I've Got You</b></i>' which I was commissioned to write and which got me involved in the film.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Still here? Ok, a few weeks before they started to shoot, my publisher Randall Wixen asked if I could write a song for the Spencer character to perform</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> in a pivotal scene. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I love this sort of thing. It was the same deal with <b><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZX14TMvBGFw&list=PLD8ECF3C9FC96405B" target="_blank">L A Noire</a></b> - a tight deadline and songs that need to be about a character rather than about yourself (which is cool as I find I have less and less to say on the latter subject). </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After a couple of false starts and some back-and-forthing over the lyrics, I delivered. The next thing was to get a version with Jesse singing it.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> I</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">n the scene, his character performs at a piano in a restaurant. Jesse doesn't play piano, so I sang a version in London with me playing and sent it to LA in bits so they could replace my vocal with his. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The issue in the studio there was that naturally, he was finding it difficult to sing with any vibe to my pre-recorded piano part. To prevent it sounding wooden, he wanted to sing it whilst he played guitar. This done, they sent his vocal and guitar parts back to me, I removed the guitar and played a new piano part to his vocal - with a solo. Still with me? Then I sent the final recording back to LA and he mimed to it whilst they shot the scene. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As he doesn't play, they shot someone else's hands during the piano solo.. </span><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ah, the magic, the smoke and the mirrors of movies.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">**</span></i><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Re. Dave McKean at </span><b style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><a href="http://salonforthecity.blogspot.co.uk/2014/05/salon-no-17-imaginary-london.html" target="_blank">Salon for the City</a></b><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> June 26th</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Were you a fan of Neil Gaiman's '</span><b style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Sandman_(Vertigo)" target="_blank">The Sandman' </a></b><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">series as I was as a youngster? Somehow it made the undeniable fairytale appeal of fantasy works relevant in a way that </span><i style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The Lord of the Ring</i><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">s, however wonderful, just couldn't to urban youth.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Or was it just the long The Matrix-style coats and cool haircuts? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>The Sandman </b>is a <i>"story about stories and how Morpheus, the Lord of Dreams, is captured and subsequently learns that sometimes change is inevitable"</i>. It was right up my street. Plus, crucially, girls liked it too. The dust covers from the many The Sandman editions were made by Gaiman's friend and long-term collaborator, the British illustrator <b><a href="http://www.paulgravett.com/index.php/profiles/creator/dave_mckean" target="_blank">Dave McKean</a></b> (and were so good they were eventually released in their own volume). I loved them. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Dave is a horribly talented illustrator, photographer, comic book artist, graphic designer, filmmaker and musician. His work incorporates drawing, collage, painting, found objects, photography, digital art and sculpture. His collaborations with Gaiman on <b>The Sandman</b> and <b>Coraline</b> plus countless CD and book covers have inspired many other artists and writers. He is also a very nice guy.</span><br />
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A couple of weeks back, with Suzette of A Curious Invitation, we held our <a href="http://32londoners.com/" target="_blank"><b>32 Londoners on The London Eye</b></a> event. Without any false modesty, I can shamelessly say it was absolutely amazing. OK, it rained and it was a bit shambolic at the beginning but once everyone was with their correct host and were on their way to the Eye, I believe we all had immense fun. I was in the green room with the speakers (some of my favourite Londoners themselves) for much of the evening and that was a particular pleasure.</div>
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Whether you were there or not, you may be very pleased to hear that we recorded each speaker's talk and are releasing the recordings as podcasts today Tuesday 27th May at 12.00pm GMT. It starts with<a href="http://32londoners.com/tbecket.html"> <b>Anne Duggan telling the story of Thomas Becket</b></a> and running chronologically through our 32 Londoners to finish with Philippa Thomas on Zadie Smith.</div>
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I have been listening to them and they are gold. Pure gold. London Gold. So if you want to hear the likes of <b>Dan Cruikshank, Claire Tomalin, Andrew Motion, Julien Temple</b> and <b>Ken Livingston</b> talking about the likes of <b>Samuel Pepys, David Bowie, Bobby Moore, Keats</b> and <b>Chaucer</b>, check 'em out at <b><a href="http://32londoners.com/">32londoners.com</a></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It is fifteen years ago today since the great London songwriter <b><a href="http://32londoners.com/lbart.html">Lionel Bart</a></b> died. I love his songs. I love the melodies, the slightly eastern european harmonies and the funny, poignant and very English words. For me he is up there with the Sherman brothers - particularly with the songs for the musical <b><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oliver!_%28film%29#Music">Oliver!</a> </b>- <i>It's a Fine Life, Consider Yourself One of Us, Food glorious Food, You Gotta Pick a Pocket or Two</i> et al. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You can hear Bart's biographer David Stafford talk on Lionel at our <b><a href="http://32londoners.com/lbart.html">32Londoners event </a></b>on May 1st.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Fagin's den - in both Dickens' book and in the film - is set teetering in a crumbling rookery on the edge of the Fleet - which by the era of the story was a stagnant ditch of sluggish green water - the very water into which that Fagin drops his hoard of jewels at the end.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">For me Lionel Bart <i>IS</i> Fagin - not the Fagin of the book or of the earlier David Lean film but Ron Moody's Fagin, bursting with life and mischief, a rogue who is almost good in spite of himself, funny, self aware and, in the end, quite tragic.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Lionel's life was tragic too. Like that of child star <b><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jack_Wild">Jack Wild </a></b>who plays The Artful Dodger in the same film, it had the archetypal rise and fall trajectory of myth. He was an East End boy born in poverty and obscurity who became fabulously wealthy and famous and then blew it and lost it all. There was some redemption at the end thankfully and it is rare to see a photograph of him where he isn't smiling. Like Fagin in Carol Reed's film (if not in the book), after a fabulous full life of terrible joys and sorrow, it's nice to imagine he picked himself and headed off into the sunset whilst <i><b>"Reviewing the Situation'.</b></i></span><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">David Stafford talks on Lionel at </span><b style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><a href="http://32londoners.com/lbart.html">32Londoners</a> </b></i><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>on May 1st</i>.</span><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">"I'm reviewing the situation.</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">I don't want nobody hurt for me,</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">I think I'd better think it out again!</span><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"> </span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Hey!</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">I'm a bad 'un and a bad 'un I shall stay!</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">You'll be seeing no transformation,</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">But it's wrong to be a rogue in ev'ry way.</span><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"> </span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Or made to do the dirt for me.</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">This rotten life is not for me.</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">It's getting far too hot for me</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">There is no in between for me</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">But who will change the scene for me?</span><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"> </span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Don't want no one to rob for me.</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">But who will find a job for me?</span><br style="font-family: Helvetica;" /><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Hey!"</span></i><br />
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I like the tower - as do most Parisians - though they wouldn't think of going up it. Like The London Eye, it is associated almost entirely with visitors. But like The Eye, it gives a wonderful perspective on the city and is a fun, childlike thing to visit. Our <a href="http://salonforthecity.blogspot.co.uk/" target="_blank"><b>Salon for the City</b> </a>is all about perspectives on the city, so it was a pleasure when myself with <b><a href="http://antiquebeat.co.uk/news/2014/03/32-londoners-on-the-london-eye/" target="_blank">Antique Beat</a></b> and <b>Suzette Field (of <a href="http://acuriousinvitation.com/" target="_blank">A Curious Invitation)</a></b> were asked to suggest ideas which could reconnect The Eye with the city it observes. We did, and here, after months of secret planning is the result: </div>
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And to commemorate the occasion our friends <a href="http://www.hendricksgin.com/" target="_blank"><b>Hendrick’s Gin </b></a>have devised <b><i>32 bespoke cocktails</i>,<i> one in honour of each London borough</i>.</b> Each guest will be served a complimentary cocktail in capsule during the talk.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I was in Paris last week. One of the reasons we went was to try to locate the alleged 'teleportation chamber' in the cemetery of Montmartre. I wrote about the London funerary teleportation grid made by </span><a href="http://theclerkenwellkid.blogspot.co.uk/2011/08/tunnels-teleportation-and-exploded.html" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" target="_blank">Joseph Bonom</a><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">i and t</span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">he Clerkenwell inventor </span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Samuel Warner </span><b style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><a href="http://theclerkenwellkid.blogspot.co.uk/2011/06/time-space-and-city.html" target="_blank">here</a>. </b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In amongst the extravagant claims and self justification of his various books on the subject of National defence, there appear to be references to another teleportation chamber hidden in a Parisian graveyard. This may have been intended for the purposes of reconnaissance or spying - hence the employment of owl symbolism- but</span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> it seems to have been designed without Bonomi's assistance for it does not bear the typically Egyptian stylings he favoured in London. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This cannot have been so that it would not stand out in Montmartre - it </span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">lacks any religious decoration</span><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> and being <b><i>the only structure in the graveyard engineered from blue ship metal</i></b> is not that difficult to spot when you know what you are looking for. </span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The naval connection is evident in the side panels which have cast images of ships with engines on them - perhaps the fantastical machines used to launch Warner's occult weapons?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Whist in Montmarte, we stumbled over another most peculiar monument - that of <b>the amazing 3D Doctor</b> Guy Pitchal. Whilst mysterious and odd, this relies on a more obvious psychic technique to prove there is life of a sort after death. Press play to see why..</span><br />
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<i style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"It feels as if this rain will never stop"</i><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> you say, gazing out at a very damp London and feeling rather like one of the kids at the beginning of The Cat in a Hat. But I don't mind. It is public knowledge that I love the Rain and, if we needed any more proof, </span><b style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><a href="http://antiquebeat.co.uk/products/accessories/2014/01/i-love-my-umbrella/" target="_blank">Antique Beat</a> </b><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">are releasing the original version of The Real Tuesday Weld's </span><b style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"I Love the Rain"</b><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> -</span><i style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> <a href="http://antiquebeat.co.uk/products/accessories/2014/01/i-love-my-umbrella/" target="_blank"><b>on an umbrella</b></a>.</i><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Yes, you read that right, they are putting out an Ep of the song with brand new music and remixes </span><b style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">ON AN UMBRELLA</b><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> - and it's totally fabulous. </span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Our US friends may know the song from that very nice </span><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lkAFM8WNzRs" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" target="_blank">Chevrolet 'Rainy Day' ad</a><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> and one of the remixes is by our very swinging friends </span><b style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.bartandbaker.com/" target="_blank">Bart and Bake</a></b><b style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.bartandbaker.com/" target="_blank">r</a> </b><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">- the Parisian Kings of Electro-Swing**. It is toe-tappingly cute. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And, if you should live somewhere very hot and dry like my Californian friends, what better way to signal your disapproval of those constant blue skies or hide from the oppressive monotony of The Eternal Sunshine? Then again, you could always get <b><a href="http://antiquebeat.co.uk/products/clothes/2013/07/i-love-the-rain-t-shirt/" target="_blank">the matching T-shirt.</a>..</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>**Speaking of Electro-Swing, I sometime get asked </i></span><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>if I invented it. It is true that I had been mixing 1930/s jazz with electronic beats right back in the nineties and I suppose "I Love the Rain" may have been the first of the genre. </i></span><i style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I would be a fibber to say I don't find it nice when people remember that, b</i><i><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">ut the answer to the enquiry is: 'No, I didn't invent Electro Swing' - because we called it '</span><b style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><a href="http://antiquebeat.co.uk/wp/artists/the-real-tuesday-weld/" target="_blank">Antique Beat'</a> </b><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">- and that means something more - it is where memory and melody meet.</span></i></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWF2rXNJgMSswVYyFTpqUPGw0JzOooFjA5N9GUIwv37c2YmDQInLAtUj37QXby1Gr8gZ_rPSUewhlZRksKSYJd9e1UbBSnkRkq_wmd34mmuRwHm5D519fqQfOZFGOkRcX9f015bQ/s1600/800px-Ratcliffe_Highway_Murders_-_Procession_to_interment_of_the_supposed_murderer_John_William.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="145" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWF2rXNJgMSswVYyFTpqUPGw0JzOooFjA5N9GUIwv37c2YmDQInLAtUj37QXby1Gr8gZ_rPSUewhlZRksKSYJd9e1UbBSnkRkq_wmd34mmuRwHm5D519fqQfOZFGOkRcX9f015bQ/s200/800px-Ratcliffe_Highway_Murders_-_Procession_to_interment_of_the_supposed_murderer_John_William.jpg" width="200" /></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This week we have our last<a href="http://salonforthecity.blogspot.co.uk/" target="_blank"> <b>Salon for the City</b></a> of the year at Westminster Library. We will be hearing all about Limehouse - the literary Limehouse and the literal Limehouse. <i>Opium dens, criminal masterminds, the Yellow Peril and Edwardian Bogeymen</i>. It is a strange area and almost lost now as Thom Bolton, one of the speakers will relate. It was also one of the last known sites of another object on the<i> London Arcana Hunters list</i>. I have written about various of these before. There are currently ten - <a href="http://theclerkenwellkid.blogspot.co.uk/2012/06/anatomy-of-city.html"><b>The Vestris Hams</b></a> and <b><a href="http://theclerkenwellkid.blogspot.co.uk/2011/11/london-box.html" target="_blank">Joanna Southcott's box </a> </b>being another two.</span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD3SbJQY8fmVe559vKvuyYT75SCwkE6yVQbC3cZROw1hD7Fg8n6QwemA6VvBfcH0QEsaFenwWeLwmFOjiEVgT9KsO0lHEddMa9DUUdixZI_YG3VKtKO7nwvMVgrW_hDM_av6OC_w/s1600/Post_Mortem_sketch_of_John_Williams.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="250" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD3SbJQY8fmVe559vKvuyYT75SCwkE6yVQbC3cZROw1hD7Fg8n6QwemA6VvBfcH0QEsaFenwWeLwmFOjiEVgT9KsO0lHEddMa9DUUdixZI_YG3VKtKO7nwvMVgrW_hDM_av6OC_w/s200/Post_Mortem_sketch_of_John_Williams.jpg" width="200" /></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It was unearthed during excavations in 1862 by a gas company at the point where Cannon Street Road and Cable Street cross near <i>Hawksmoor's St George's in the East.</i> The landlord of The Crown and Dolphin a local public house, fished it out as a souvenir and kept it displayed behind the bar. The pub has since become derelict and the whereabouts of the skull are unknown but it is thought that it was stolen or bought from the landlord a couple of years before by an occultist as <i>John Williams was thought to be a vampire.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There has been a lot in the papers recently about how much food we waste. Vast quantities are dumped daily by supermarkets, food chains and restaurants and apparently the average family (whatever that is) regularly discards up to six meals a week, throwing away around £700 a year. </span><br />
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<i>How to die In London</i><br />
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<b><a href="http://antiquebeat.co.uk/news/2013/09/london-day-of-the-dead/" target="_blank">Antique Beat</a></b> have programmed an incredible day of Death and the City related things for the <i><a href="http://www.hendricksgin.com/carnivalofknowledge/london-events.aspx#content_saturday" target="_blank">Hendricks Carnival of Knowledge</a> </i>in a gorgeous Grade I listed Robert Adam house in central London.<br />
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At one of our Salons for the City at Westminster Library earlier this year, I asked the question of the audience: <i>"How many people think they will die in London?"</i>. Surprisingly few responded in the affirmative. I wasn't sure sure whether that was because most people plan to leave at some point - or <i>whether they don't think they are going to die anywhere..</i><br />
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The latter possibility is leant weight by the fact that <b>two thirds of people here haven't made a will</b>. We became intrigued by this a few years back and included a lovely free Last will and testament form in the special edition of <i>The Real Tuesday Weld</i> album <b><a href="http://antiquebeat.co.uk/products/music/2013/02/the-clerkenwell-kid-live-at-the-end-of-the-world/" target="_blank">"At the End of the World'</a></b>. Despite that, most of my friends still haven't made one - although in the light of the most superficial questioning they seem to have quite strong preferences for what should and shouldn't happen to them and their stuff when they are gone! I see planning your end as an enjoyable, creative exercise - like designing a party. It is salutary, sure, but in a positive way. You feel rather refreshed and ready for action when its done - and also much more likely to stop dicking around and get on with what you really should be doing.<br />
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Anyway, when Hendricks asked us to put together a day for their Carnival as part of London Cocktail week, it seemed a perfect opportunity to explore <b>London Beyond London</b> in some detail.<br />
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So there will be a series of talks - arranged as our salons are with two related speakers followed by conversation. And it is an incredible line up - Historian of Death Robert Stephenson, Curator of Osteology Jelena Bekvalac, London Way of Death's Brian Parsons, Londonist's Matt Brown, Future Death expert Dr John Troyer, Fashion guru Amber Jane Butchart, the BFI's Will Fowler and Dead Social's James Norris.<br />
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They will cover everything from<a href="http://www.tickettailor.com/checkout/view-event/id/11037/chk/e285" target="_blank"> <b>the mediaeval way of death</b></a><b> </b>to the future of cemeteries. We have <b>death mask making workshops</b>, we have Dresses to Die for. You can spend time in a coffin, you can meet an Undertaker, make a will (provided), find out what will happen to your Facebook account when you are gone, learn how to carry on updating it from beyond the grave - and of course drink cocktails.<br />
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My only regret is that I will be MC-ing rather than just hanging out.<br />
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Several things are free and drop in, others require booking.<br />
<b>Full details and reservations <a href="http://www.hendricksgin.com/carnivalofknowledge/london-events.aspx#content_saturday" target="_blank">here</a></b><br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12981649.post-61712104705780473792013-09-13T15:04:00.001+01:002013-09-13T15:08:31.768+01:00LONDON BEYOND US<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_xwmAqZZggKwuq-btGQsqinOMi7DLrcr8LscS6z0u_k2UtfhuDsd_UHe1k425pfKxQJYibdydbjdG0h40U8NvuuuM40EoOa7RAzdr_r_SbK4NXOoBMUvEQjxGoyp4CydAGyG4AQ/s1600/Tower-Bridge-2-1024x362.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_xwmAqZZggKwuq-btGQsqinOMi7DLrcr8LscS6z0u_k2UtfhuDsd_UHe1k425pfKxQJYibdydbjdG0h40U8NvuuuM40EoOa7RAzdr_r_SbK4NXOoBMUvEQjxGoyp4CydAGyG4AQ/s640/Tower-Bridge-2-1024x362.jpg" width="225" /></a><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i><b>"The Future's not what it used to be Mr Angel"</b></i> says the mysterious Robert De Niro character in one of my favourite films and in London that has certainly always been (and will always be) the case. Walking around the town, I often think about things the way they might have been. There are two aspects to this - firstly, if the Luftwaffe hadn't bombed us and if the post-war planners hadn't had their way, London would be a very different place. Better? Perhaps - certainly if you read the book <i>"Lost Panoramas of London", </i>it is tragic to realise just what has gone. </span><br />
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At one of our <a href="http://salonforthecity.blogspot.co.uk/" target="_blank"><b>Salons for the City</b></a> recently, <b>St Etienne </b>were talking about the excellent 1960s documentary "<i>The London That Nobody Knows"</i> narrated by James Mason. Certainly that is in part a mourning for a London that was passing away but as Bob Stanley said: <i>"You are also struck by what a shit hole much of the city was!". </i>St Etienne's <a href="http://heavenlyrecordings.com/news/2012/08/saint-etienne-film-%E2%80%98what-have-you-done-today-mervyn-day%E2%80%99-limited-edition-release/" target="_blank">"<b><i>Mervyn Day"</i></b></a> film documents the area of East London which became <a href="http://i.telegraph.co.uk/multimedia/archive/02270/Olympic-Park_2270568b.jpg" target="_blank">the Olympic Park</a>. Whilst the park itself seems like some other-worldly Huxleyian Utopia detached from London proper, I can assure you from personal experience that what it replaced was hideous and not to be mourned. I briefly lived in a house on a hill which has been completely obliterated by the very groovy Velodrome. (I was actually more shocked by the removal of the hill than of the house until I discovered that it was only a Victorian rubbish dump..).</span><br />
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The Olympic Park is a vision that has actually been built but the other thing about London not being the way it might have been, is the ghostly presence of all the plans and dreams that were never realised - either for lack of will, money or conviction, occasionally because the citizens successfully resisted them or because <i>they were completely barking mad.</i></span><br />
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<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="line-height: 19px;">But we all know one thing for sure about the future don't we? That is that it will end - well at least from our point of view. I don't think even religious people believe that time persists after death do they? This of course, along with the city itself, has long been of fascination to me so I am very pleased that we have programmed a <b>London Day of the Dead</b> as part of the <i><b><a href="http://vimeo.com/73299814" target="_blank">Hendricks Carnival of knowledge</a></b></i> at a beautiful Georgian house in the centre of town. It will be on October 12th and I have to say it looks absolutely fabulous. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><br /></i>*On the beach between <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Findhorn" target="_blank"><b>Findhorn</b> </a>and Burghead, lie several gun batteries intended to repel Axis invaders during the second world war. Time and tide are taking them now in the way the enemy never could.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12981649.post-12495807733438793072013-08-04T15:26:00.000+01:002013-08-10T09:48:32.415+01:00THE MOST BEAUTIFUL TUNE IN THE WORLD<i style="font-family: Helvetica;">A little while back, I was asked to provide a mix-tape for <b><a href="http://voixdecassandre.blogspot.co.uk/" target="_blank">The Voice of Cassandra </a></b>radio show. I confidently called it <b>The Most Beautiful Tune in the World </b>without hubris or fear of contradiction because the title is backed up by the facts. I</i><i style="font-family: Helvetica;">t will be broadcast at various places around the globe this week. Full details of where and when are <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Voice-of-Cassandre-Mixtape/172854209405065?ref=hl" target="_blank"><b>here</b></a> if you would like to listen to it amongst all the other things you have on - or here it is starting about 1 minute in on <a href="http://www.mixcloud.com/greggringo/the-real-tuesday-weld-the-most-beautiful-tune-in-the-world/" target="_blank"><b>Mixcloud:</b></a></i><br />
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The list could get much longer because they and many others have written or performed songs derived from one melody: that of<b> Chopin's Etude Op.10 No.3 in E Major</b>. Some have credited him, some haven't but fortunately for all of them, music copyright does not extend back beyond the first couple of decades of the twentieth century.
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica;">The various derivatives vary in quality enormously. I had to leave out some ("<i>Parting Person Melody"</i> by Jolin Tsai Li Ren Jie for instance is unbearably awful). <b>Jerry Vale'</b>s <i>'This Day of Days'</i> only made it because it sounds old and scratchy. The lyric makes me gag as I suspect would <b>Jose Jose</b>'s <i>'Divina Ilusion'</i> if my Spanish was any better. I quite like the corny <b>Ken Dodd</b> sixties hit <i>"So deep is the night"</i> (although it's difficult to get into to a fully romantic mood thinking of Ken with his mad-hatter buck teeth and tickling stick). Most recently, those cheeky magpies <b>Muse</b> smuggled a bit of the melody into their </span><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Olympics</span><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"> piece</span><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"> </span><i style="font-family: Helvetica;">"Survival"</i><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"> which also contained a bit of that other much copied classical tune </span><b style="font-family: Helvetica;">Rachmaninoff's Piano Concerto No. 2 in C minor</b><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"> (plus what sounds like Laurie Anderson's </span><i style="font-family: Helvetica;">"Oh Superman" </i><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">and a couple of Queen songs..).</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Did you know that it is perfectly legal in the UK to bury someone in your garden? But only one person. Beyond that you would have a cemetery - which requires planning permission. Oh and you have to mention it on the Property Deeds which apparently reduces the value of the place (although not for me, I have to say). I learned this fact from the very lively Dr John Troyer of the <i>Centre for Death Studies</i> at one of the excellent <a href="http://morbidanatomy.blogspot.co.uk/" target="_blank"><b>Morbid Anatomy</b></a> series curated by Joanna Ebenstein at T<i>he Last Tuesday Society.</i> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">For sometime, I have been mulling over what I would like to happen to my mortal remains and now I know. John mentioned various techniques as alternatives to cremation. One is an incredible sort of steam punk machine which sort of sucks your juice out. Didn't quite fancy that but I do like the technique where you (or the ex-you) is freeze dried in nitrogen until you are very brittle. Then a sonic boom</span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhakJlkLMDljx8VOSc_JZ9Mwc2wSXtFpDJOeO68OZCTnwmjRmIaOV3Vla92GrCWZxDe7PqidX5gGuYUVHVbRM_Cp_vNdHPigNcxmLz-gi1rtZS0IajoHGGAUeExhbRAmSiD0DKLsA/s1600/west_norwood1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="272" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhakJlkLMDljx8VOSc_JZ9Mwc2wSXtFpDJOeO68OZCTnwmjRmIaOV3Vla92GrCWZxDe7PqidX5gGuYUVHVbRM_Cp_vNdHPigNcxmLz-gi1rtZS0IajoHGGAUeExhbRAmSiD0DKLsA/s320/west_norwood1.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Speaking of South of the River, if you live in London you will be aware of the great divide. South definately feels different than North - which has often </span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">spuriously claimed to be posher, more sophisticated, somehow </span><b style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>more London.</i></b><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> This may have its roots in that during the eighteenth century, bodies found floating in the river were allowed to be used by surgeons for anatomical experiments. </span><i style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Those landed on the north bank fetched a better price</i><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> for those who dredged them as there was a greater demand from the northern hospitals..</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Tomorrow I am filming a trailer for <i>Hendricks Carnival of Knowledge</i> for which we are programming a<b> London Day of the Dead</b> in October. It will be "<i>a guide to what to do in London the day after you die"</i> and will be chock full of information, entertainment and hopefully a taste of the afterlife (or at least of Hendricks). More on that soon. </span><br />
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At this point, Sergey Chernov asked if he could use the bathroom and was directed through the kitchen. He returned a little while later looking slightly stunned (he told us afterwards that there was absolutely no sign of any cooking implements or food but didn't want to talk about the loo).<br />
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I've always found something fascinating about women in the sky. It may have been an early fascination with the aviatrixes <b>Amelia Earhart</b> and <b>Amy Johnson</b> or possibly the memory of my older sister standing over me on a hilltop in West Wales, hair blowing in the sea breeze. So whenever I get chance to go to the circus, I am always keen to see the aerial artistes.<br />
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I was down the Chelsea Embankment the other day and remembered it was once the Cremorne Pleasure Gardens where there was a mid-nineteenth century amusement park with a continual variety of such Burleseque attractions. In the early 1860s a certain Miss Selina Young caused a sensation there when she crossed the Thames from Battersea on a high wire. She was immediately dubbed <b>'The Female Blondin</b>" (the male version then being a huge star) and was snapped up by a circus manager.<br />
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The last remark refers to the fact that the Female Blondin shortly afterwards fell during a performance at Highbury Fields. She was crossing a tightrope 100 feet up wearing a suit of armour and pushing a wheelbarrow when the fireworks attached to the support poles exploded causing her to wobble and lose her balance. She plunged headfirst to the ground accompanied by the screams of those present and although she was later revived, was crippled and earthbound for life. <br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Nearly everyone knows about <b>the London Eye</b>. Looking over the rooftops from here I can see it winking between two chimneys. </span><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">And of course the <a href="http://theclerkenwellkid.blogspot.co.uk/2009/09/on-scent-of-something-or-other.html" target="_blank"><i><b>London Nose</b></i> (or the Soho noses)</a> have become a quite common dinner conversation topic of late. </span><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">But I was walking with a friend the other day in Lincoln's inn fields and we were discussing the much lesser known "<b>London Finger".</b></span><br />
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The finger came from a large, ancient withered hand which the monks in the monastery concerned believed to be that of a Yeti or <i>'<b>abominable snowman'</b></i><b>.</b> DNA testing established the finger to be in fact of human origin (yes I know that means it probably still has a fascinating history but it is one of the reasons I dislike science.) Anyway, it has disappeared again. If you find it, do let me know won't you? The lingerie too.</div>
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<i>**Lest we forget, this was always a musical place: Ray Davies set "Waterloo Sunset" nearby and it was here that Gavin Bryars found and recorded the tramp who sang the heartbreaking "Jesus blood never failed me yet"</i></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12981649.post-35049717081818724512013-02-04T21:33:00.000+00:002013-02-04T21:33:38.351+00:00LONDON BRIDGING<div style="text-align: left;">
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</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com58tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12981649.post-41147186093146237252013-01-26T13:15:00.000+00:002013-01-26T17:56:43.434+00:00LONDON TREACLE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Like many, I was languishing over Christmas with a bad bout of man-flu. Fortunately I was stationed in a lovely old house by the sea on the North coast of Scotland with only the odd seal between us and the Orkneys. After a couple of weeks of coughing and sneezing I was casting around for a solution and was contemplating trying to mix up some <b><i> London Treacle.</i></b> This is a semi-mythical concoction developed in the seventeenth century as a treatment for the bubonic plague.***<br />
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I eventually found the recipe and was rooting around in an outhouse before being persuaded (against my better judgement) to opt for lemsip instead. My <i>'If it was good enough for Samuel Pepys, it's good enough for me'</i> argument had failed to persuade my companions of the efficacy of its ingredients:<br />
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<i>-Oil</i><br />
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<i>-Sack (a fortified wine)</i><br />
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I had already found the gunpowder so I suppose I can understand their anxiety - mind you it seemed preferable to those other plague preventives: <i>'Pomme d'amber'</i> which contained whale vomit; the placing of <i>a toad sewn up in a bag</i> on your stomach or the application of '<i>oil of scorpion' </i>to the boils.<br />
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One of the great advantages of being unwell was that it finally allowed time for the long-postponed creation and publication of the new <b><i><a href="http://www.tuesdayweld.com/" target="_blank">The Real Tuesday Weld website</a></i></b> - a kind of archive of the story so far. It has been interesting to start to pull it all together - '<i>How time flies!' </i>I kept thinking and it was quite nice to re-discover some things I had completely forgotten about.<br />
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<i>Still trying to find some use for the gunpowder though..</i><br />
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***T<span style="font-family: Helvetica;">he Great Plague wreaked havoc in London in 1665 and Charles II asked the Royal College of Physicians for advice. They came up with:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica;">- Keeping the streets clean and flushed with water in order to purify the air</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica;">- Lighting fires in</span><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"> </span><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">streets and houses and the burning of certain aromatic materials such as resin, tar, turpentine, juniper, cedar and brimstone.</span><br />
-The digestion of <span style="font-family: Helvetica;"><b><i>London Treacle,</i></b> Mithridatium, Galene and diascordium</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Here</span><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"> is their recipe for the <i><b>“Plague-water of Mathias” </b></i>should you need it:</span><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">"Take the roots of Tormentil, Angelica, Peony, Zedoarie, Liquorish, Elacampane, of each half an ounce, the leaves of Sage, Scordium, Celandine, Rue, Rosemary, Wormwood, Ros solis, Mugwort, Burnet, Dragons, Scabious, Agrimony, Baum,</span><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"> </span><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Carduus, Betony, Centery the less, Marygolds leaves and flowers, of each one handful; Let them all be cut, bruised, and infused three days in eight pints of White wine in the month of May, and distilled. </span></i><br />
<i><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Take of</span><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"> </span><u><b><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">London</span><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"> </span><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Treacle</span></b><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"> </span></u><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">two ounces, of</span><span style="font-family: Helvetica;"> </span><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Conserve of Wood-sorrel three ounces, of the temperate Cordial species half an ounce, of Syrupe of Limons enought to make all an electuary: Of they may be taken a dram and half for prevention, and the double quantity for cure."</span></i><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Helvetica;">Which reminds me:</span></i><br />
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Last night to Brixton to see the <b><i><a href="http://www.brixtonclubhouse.com/taboo" target="_blank">TABOO</a></i></b> musical - a revival of the original award-winning production from about ten years back. I remember the posters and was intrigued by Leigh Bowery but I didn't know anything about the <b><i><a href="http://www.theblitzkids.com/blitz/blitzclub.html" target="_blank">Blitz club </a></i></b>/ early eighties New Romantic scene in London so didn't see it then.<br />
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I was there last night because the book was written by Mark Davies Markham with whom Marcella Puppini and I have been working. Boy George co-wrote the songs (and starred in the original production as <b><i><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leigh_Bowery" target="_blank">Bowery</a></i></b>) and it includes a couple of original Culture Club songs and various early New Romantic classics. It is very good, very funny, very entertaining - even if that isn't your sort of music. There isn't a stage - its like being in a club with a catwalk and it happens all around you. It was absolutely rammed and went down a storm - I think it's going to run and run and very possibly go West End, a sort of hip Mamma Mia.<br />
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But last night was something else - it was like three shows in one. You see <b><i><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Steve_Strange" target="_blank">Steve Strange</a></i></b>, <b><i><a href="http://www.theblitzkids.com/site_archive/philip_sallon/boysallon1.html" target="_blank">Philip Sallon</a></i></b>, <b><i>George</i></b> and various other luminaries from the period were both there in the audience and major characters in the musical. It was press night so they are not usually in attendance, but it meant you could simultaneously watch the drama unfold, watch some of them sitting there AND witness them actually interacting with their characters.. For instance <b>The Real Steve Strange</b> (looking rather fragile it has to be said) made various comments to his younger self on stage and, with seeming equal regard, to both T<b>he Real Phillip Sallon </b>(sitting anciently prim on his own in a low cut dress) and the character Phillip Sallon camping it up on stage. They had a whale of a time.<br />
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I suppose this is what is meant by Post-Modernism.<br />
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Very entertaining and interesting but also quite poignant with regard to the transitory nature of fame and age (which is kind of the modern taboo isn't it?). Where are they now? What do they do now? What is like to see the signal events of your youth (which happened to become pop-culturally significant) re-enacted before you as you, as it were '<b><i><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fade_to_Grey_(Visage_song)" target="_blank">fade to grey'</a></i></b>?<br />
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<i>Slightly haunting I would have thought. </i><br />
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I popped into <a href="http://newandlingwood.com/" target="_blank"><b><i>New and Lingwood</i></b> </a>to treat myself to a pair of new pyjamas recently. I had completed an intense period of work with very little sleep and, as a periodic insomniac and fan of Gregory Peck in Roman Holiday, I felt I deserved them. It is a lovely shop at the Jermyn Street end of the Burlington Arcade in St James. Quite posh.<br />
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There is a famous music hall song featuring the arcade called <b><i>"<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Burlington_Bertie" target="_blank">Burlington Bertie from Bow"</a></i></b> about a young idler with high West End social pretensions who really lives in the then lowly East End (and obviously with no connection to yours truly).<br />
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PJs are not the sort of thing you can really try on so I spent quite a while choosing and finally selected a rather natty pair in black with a broad acid green stripe. A well-dressed assistant had been hovering behind me for some time and as I turned toward the counter he said:<br />
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<i>"Did you go to Eton sir?"</i> (For non UK readers, Eton is an old and exclusive English private school)<br />
<i>"Er, no I didn't"</i> I said. He indicated the pyjamas:<br />
<i>"You did know that those are Eton colours though?"</i><br />
<i>"Er, no I didn't."</i><br />
<i>"Ah." </i><br />
<i>"Did you have to go to Eton to be able to buy them" </i>I asked<br />
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<i>"Not any more sir."</i><br />
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Well a sale is a sale, despite the world having obviously changed for the worse, so we proceeded to the counter. I thought I would try to cheer him up as I paid.<br />
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<i>"So, will I be cleverer when I wake in the morning then?"</i><br />
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He hesitated but got the joke after a moment.<br />
<i>"No, I am afraid not sir!"</i><br />
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<i>"But they may make you better mannered.."</i><br />
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