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am Entranced all over

I saw Van Morrison (No Probys No Farlowes No Photos!) again on Monday 13 Nov. in Birmingham Symphony Hall with ‘Spud’ (in the Shrewd Idiot) who taught me photography. He had never seen Van before and when he saw Van was coming to Brum he thought there’s only one man to see Van with and that’s PK, so he booked 2 tickets and invited me. Van did a great gig, he worked really hard, played sax a lot (he’s not quite got the Pee Wee Ellis touch tho’), a lovely Les Paul gold guitar and keyboard for his best number on the night Northern Muse, “She moves through the county Down”, on which he fair flew over to his keyboard to do a piano run in and seemed to be doing a number suggested by someone in the front row.

This vid is a version of Northern Muse: (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MhgbFVAde20&feature=player_embedded)?

His band were tight as a drum. I loved the woman’s bongos a bit but her xylophone was supreme and I loved her sense of timing & fun trying to keep up to the Man’s demands. Below is a track list,

  1. Hold it right there
  2. Moondance
  3. Warm Love
  4. Too much trouble on my mind
  5. Magic time
  6. Baby please don’t go
  7. Here Comes the Nicht
  8. What you believe in your Head & Heart / Island of the saints or Ireland of the saints?
  9. Days like this
  10. Did you get healed/ I said Yeh Yeh
  11. Sometimes we cry
  12. Carrying a torch
  13. Enlightenment
  14. Whenever He shines his light
  15. I can’t stop loving you
  16. Northern Muse
  17. Van lose stairway
  18. Got my mojo working
  19. Broken record
  20. Brown eyed girl
  21. Gloria

This clip from Jools Holland is the same group but Chris Farlowe was not at Brum. Nor was the smaller of the 2 women. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BcfAs36YLho

And a full Van Lined ‘Orchestra’ at the Hollywood Bowl doing Ballerina, which must be one of the best songs ever, ever. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IfaaaDX_Uh0

I drove back home the following day. Long way, over 300 mile round trip but worth the effort.

Sadly I didn’t find his new cd inspiring me to Roll With The Punches. It harks back to R&B numbers from the 1960s and further back which are not Van’s best licks.

On Wednesday 15th Nov I went to one of Colchester Arts Centre’spay what you can’ nights to see a wonderful piece of performance art. It entailed a story about a woman born with white hair and some of the challenges her silk like locks brought with them. She told her story with no spoken words only some recorded conversation in which her mother reiterated how others had reacted to her white haired daughter.

“I was born on the day the Pope came to Coventry, my home town. In my family this unexpected appearance was perceived as a blessing. A sublime gift”

Jo Bannon uses blinding light, proximity, movement and sound to create an extraordinary visual poem.”

She started the gig under a big sheet and it took me some time to realise it was a metaphor for the womb & birth. Every element of her gig was clean cut and crisply choreographed. I liked the way she created the Pope’s hat from a single sheet of paper + sellotape which she had secreted on her wrist. I learned a lot from watching her move through her silent script.

She had various leads which led from her table to electricity source as she boiled a kettle and poured hot water into a stainless steel bowl with some cooler water in then washed her silken locks then for me the best moments of the gig she used a powerful hair dryer to blow her hair (almost) away.

[There’s some really beautiful images of her on her website which I cannot use as I don’t have the rights permission. http://www.jobannon.co.uk/Alba.html ]

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On the night the floating Apulhed was not projected to coincide with his entrance but with the wonder of digital art I have made it happen. 

On Sunday 19Nov my friend Dave showed me his vid of my gig the previous week at Colchester Arts Centre and it was glaringly obvious that I had used too many words and too fast at that. My determination to breathe deeply and slowly throughout my gig had blown away with my first breath after which I don’t think I took another inward breath until the final curtain fell. So much for my plan.

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Apulhed recites Kabir’s Clay Jug poem

The entrance of Apulhed to Mark Newby Robson’s music stole the show but the fact I was not breathing correctly didn’t matter at all as my face was hidden inside the mask. The presence of Apulhed stole the show and I instinctively kept the mask on for more of the gig than I had planned and gave him the job of reciting the beautiful Clay Jug poem by Kabir and dancing to ambient music by Luke E Walker whilst showing the audience the inside of the jug. We shall edit the film down and upload it onto utube sometime before Christmas, I hope.

On Sunday 26 Nov me & a few friends have tickets for the FINAL Farewell Tour gig of [Captain Beefheart’s ex] Magic Band at Colchester Arts Centre. I sadly never saw The Captain ‘live’ but my friend Chris Leonard who saw him said he went to the recent Bristol gig with trepidation not knowing what to expect and he said it stands among the best performance he ever saw! And he’s seen a lot! I hope they play Bluejeans & Moonbeams https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kjazg_lTfJA cos I love it, one of the best songs ever and the band are stunning. IF they do I’d be up there in Seventh Heaven, shaking hands with The Captain!

Peace Be With You

Life begins at 65, Now!

23.55hrs 14.11.15

pk table

my table at HOFS book event

I achieved a lot in my first 65 years but NOW iBEGIN. Those 65 years were just preparation for Now. I’m 18 again today, 65 years 18 days and am coming of Age. My age is no barrier. Inside I still feel like the child I was, like the youth I was, the 21 year old, the 30, 40, 50, 60 year old, actually not the 60 year old cos I were recovering from a bad condition then, (rh.ar.) nevertheless that recovery brought me to the here is now, so I feel Lucky).

When I was a child any 21 year old was ‘old’. Now am 65 any 65 year old is young(ish). And I am Lucky, Lucky is my middle name, I have survived and now am thriving.

15.11.15 I like that.

pk table jab

Yesterday I took my copy of the Journal of Artists Books (JAB) to Hadleigh Old Fire Station (HOFS) to their annual book fair where they show some lovely little books. I met Karen Apps who has promised to make an Apulhed-doll for me.

Ahed in long coat B&W stencil

Maybe summat like this, my favorite image of the Apulman! I drew it back in 1976 and it casts a nod in the direction of the little girl hero in Spirit of the Beehive (a beautiful film) who wore big boots and a long coat.Here’s one of K A’s dolls:

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Karen Apps does beautiful books and tings like carving a baby face into soap then washing it until it ‘melts’ and eventually looks like a torso, rather like the Venus of Willendorf I told her.

soap venus

Karen Dennison was there with her lovely little ekphrastic chain picture-poetry-picture-poetry collection, blueshift, in which I done a picture. Chris Ruston couldn’t attend but she had some of her wonderful Ammonite books on display.

ammonite Chris rus

It was great re-acquainting on that rainy day.

I was lucky to visit Small Publishers Fair on 6th Nov where I re-acquainting with Jacqueline T., Nancy C., Sarah B., Mandy B., Mette A., Mike N. and also met Jan Voss an ex-student of the great artis-bokman Dieter Roth and he gave me insight into DR.

I played Nancy Campbell’s Tombola with Icelandic words and mine was isserssorpoq which translates as “‘uses the eyes’; ‘speaks with the eyes’; ‘flirts’”, but I wouldn’t know ought abArt that now would I?

Whilst in London town I bought some kryolan face paint which I had watched Carol Montealegre from South America apply beautifully during my stay at IPA. My own application of it at Firstsite last weekend was less adept and it had a life of its own which showed when I got hotter ‘dancing’ on the plate glass and it ran down my chest to ma belly button. 1stsite dusting the broomsm

dusting my broom (which fell apart)

That’s where the Performance Art began as you could also see my breath as the moisture condensed onto the surface of the cold cold glass. Nicole Murmann kindly sent about 80 photos of me doing the Jug ‘dance’ outside Arnolfini gallery in Bristol and a wonderful sight they are. I never realised so many folk witnessed my movements in the rain but here are some of her images drips and all onto ma face, thank you Nicole.

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getting wet for my Performance Art outside the Arnolfini, Bristolarnolfini jug red passerby

the two images above (c) Nicole Murmann 2015

During the week JAB38 arrived in the post and I feel privileged to have an article in it. The journal is beautifully produced in B&W http://www.journalofartistsbooks.org/current/ My only reservation, and this not to criticise the wonderful production quality, is that my work often needs colour and loses a lot in B&W. I shall do an blog about jab38 soon.

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