I remember once reading a journalistic piece on overcoming depressive tendencies simply by creating. If you create one this everyday... no matter how small, you will be content. I read this years ago but it has stuck in my mind as a poignant statement. And yet.. days pass and and so do months and years and we seek evidence of things we have created. Of course it doesn't have to be an artwork... it could quite simply be the founding and nurturing of a great friendship... or a photo you took of the light streaming in through your bedroom window one morning.
My silk trousers are the colour of the sky here. The sun is beating down on my stiff back. Stiff from the rock I've been lying on. Stiff from the sheet less bed I slept in last night. And stiff from the 12 hour journey from London to Montpellier. The sun is really beating down now. The clouds keep dodging and I can't work out which way they are turning next. I've never seen two clouds move and twist in opposite directions before.
The only thing more outrageous than Robert Mapplethorpe's photographs was his life. He was obsessed with magic and in particular, with what he saw as the magic of photography and the magic of sex. He pursued both with insatiable dedication.
Last night my girl gang and I headed over to Birthdays in Dalston. Balcony, who of course I have covered several times were playing Birthdays for the second time, a venue which until last night i had not ventured in to.
Last year, JB called me in the middle of the night and told me to wake the fuck up and get across town. He had snuck in to a late night sound check that Prince was doing pre-gig the next day. I didn't go. I had a big meeting at work the next morning. Its one of my biggest regrets and I think about it a lot.
On Tuesday night, Oslovian quintet Highasakite proved their impressive headline potential at a sold-out Hoxton Hall. Bringing their bewitching Norwegian indie-pop to the beautifully renovated 19th century music hall, theyre an atmospheric mix of synths, steel drums, trumpet and e-bow.
I don't think anyone saw it coming. Especially just a number of days after his 69th birthday and album release. My heart stopped a little when I found out at work on Monday. I guess you just expect these people to live forever don't you...
ACJ and I went across town to The Finsbury Pub, a venue I love for its strong acoustics and dramatic lighting... one of my favourite small pub venues to shoot bands in. We were there to see Balcony. The members of which are our good friends.