Archive for March, 2010

The Frustrations of Patience, and Outspoken 3P event April 1st

Tuesday, March 30th, 2010

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I’ll be doing a set of short pieces in Clitheroe on April 1st as part of Outspoken’s ’3P’ events coming to the north for the first time. I’ve decided to a set of shorts, that are (hopefully) amusing.

 

Here’s a taster…

 

 

PATIENCE

 

 

Contrary to popular belief, patience is not a card game for just one player. It is, in fact, a fundamentally two-player game – a detail sadly overlooked in most rule books.

 

Player One deals the cards and proceeds to arrange them by suit and rank according to certain spatial rules. This half of the game is familiar to us all and requires no further explanation.

 

Sadly, what is often neglected is the role of Player Two. Thankfully, it seems we have an instinctive facility to abide by the true system that the rulebooks overlook. The game begins when Player One invites Player Two to a game of Rummy, Pontoon, Go Fish etcetera – it isn’t important which game, as long as it is for two players. Player Two then declines. (Experienced players may at this point enter into a series of coercions and refusals, but new players may skip this step for now).

 

 

Player One shuffles and deals the cards for a game of patience. Within a few minutes, Player Two should seat himself uninvited at a convenient distance and, judging their timing with care, should begin to offer Helpful Hints, kindly pointing out any missed opportunities on the part of Player One, trying to achieve a score of 21 comments.

 

Needless to say, the true object of the game for Player One is not to assemble the cards by suit and rank, but in doing so, without wrapping Player Two’s eyebrows around their fist. Clearly, the difficulty of such a task may go some way to explaining why these rules have fallen by the wayside.

 

Spotlight Performance Workshop: Sun April 11th

Friday, March 26th, 2010
Sunday April 11th

Spotlight Performance Workshop

2.00 – 4.00 pm at The Gregson Centre,
Moor Lane, Lancaster LA1 3ES
Facilitator: Mollie Baxter

 

Mollie is an experienced performer at live-lit nights, music gigs, improvisations and on the radio.
She has won several Slam events, including coming second in the Spotlight Slam this February.

 

Student comment:

 

‘Mollie’s groups have a very strong sense of team that fosters supportive feedback and confidence among members.
With her searching yet constructive feedback, I have seen the most significant progress in my work since I started to learn seriously about writing.’    

Whether you are thinking about braving the stage for the first time, or whether you have some experience but wish to further hone your performance technique, Mollie will be able to give you practical ideas and information in a supportive and relaxed atmosphere with fellow writers. We will look at selecting and preparing material, battling stage nerves, making the most of a reading event, and practical issues such as body language and microphone-wrangling. 

 

Fee: £5 

 

Granny Spoon, Bobular Bells, Last.FM and Spotlight Slam

Thursday, March 25th, 2010

I’ve been exploring ways to bring my music and writing together more creatively, starting last year with a series of prose pieces directly inspired from songs I’ve written – not to reiterate the lyrics, but to pick up on the themes, or spin-off from the subject matter in some way. And then, the other night I read the ‘TV in the Snow,’ piece at Spotlight alongside Dave George, (which went better than I could ever have hoped for, he played loops with great sensitivity, responding to the transitions in the piece as if he’d been rehearsing it for weeks rather than, well.. playing it for the second time, as the situation was in truth!)

 

In Monkeyrack we’re currently working on a new audio anthology, in fact, they’re coming round to record later on today. One of the pieces I’m putting forward as part of my set on the anthology is ‘Granny Spoon.’

 

Exactly the sort of thing Granny Spoon might have on her sideboard

Exactly the sort of thing Granny Spoon might have on her sideboard

‘Granny Spoon’ had its first outing at the Spotlight Open Slam last month and I was very, very happy to come second! (My certificate is currently on the wall in the hall. :-) )

 

The thing about ‘Granny Spoon’ is it’s a bit weird. As Ron put it, ‘It has a touch of the Yoko’s about it,’ and Sam and the Plants said it was a bit frightening, but in a good way…

 

The song came from the guitar riff – I was noodling around on Tigger, the nylon string guitar I got from the Children’s Society charity shop, and later that evening the melody was wandering around my head and the lyrics, ‘Crazy granny making tea for me granny is making tea…’ came together – more as a fun way to fit to the rhythm, but I liked it’s quirkiness and Rob and I had a go at recording it.

 

Now… (and at this point I feel Ihave started the story in completely the wrong place…) we have a marvellous instrument called the Bobular Bells.  This delectable construction was put conceptualised by Nickie out of a set of shelves, a funnel, some glockenspiel bars, a spanner and a goblet. They were a birthday present for Bob, as part of his junk drum kit.

 bobular-bells-crop

Whilst recording ‘Granny Spoon,’ it became apparent that the Bobular Bells were simply perfect for creating the weird, anti-bedtime story atmosphere, as was a valiant hamster cage that I just KNEW would come in useful one day. (Thanks, fellow Morecambe West Endians – Sometimes you do fly-tip useful things outside my back door. The fish tank, for instance, raised a modest sum for charity and the chair that Scary Maisonette Guy hurled over his railings is now in my Mum’s living room having been repainted and recovered.)

 

So, I had a version of Granny Spoon recorded, but there was only the one line refrain ‘Crazy Granny making tea…’ twice in the whole piece, the rest was instrumental, and this is where the spoken word version as performed at Spotlight came about. I wrote a ‘poem’ to perform during the instrumental sections and we’re partway through recording it for the Monkeyrack anthology.

 

However, if you would like a sneak preview, you can hear the initial version (without the poem) on LastFM.

 

(Other tracks available including a free download of Bonejig)

 

I hope you enjoy!

 

Moll X

 

Wired In: March 22nd 2010

Sunday, March 21st, 2010
Wired In March 22nd 2010

Wired In March 22nd 2010

 

Monday 22 March 2010

For line-up visit: http://www.dukes-lancaster.org/music/wired-in

 

 

I’ve just finished tinkering with the piece I’m going to read. It’s a little bit different to what I usually write… I’m trying to do 3 different things.

 

First of all, rather than telling a story, I’m trying to use words to convey a series of images, such as would be seen in an abstract film.

 

Secondly, I’m trying to use images that either I personally associate with my hometown, Morecambe, or that are captured in Richard Davis’s collection of ‘All about Morecambe’ photographs.

 

Thirdly, I’m trying to invite listeners/viewers to see Morecambe differently. Not in any particular way differently, but to look at it with fresh eyes, whatever that means to them.

 

You never know, I might be able to persuade Mr Dave George of Electric Free Time Machine to improvise some loopy atmospherics behind the reading… I have just over 24 hours to do that.

 

 

 

TV in the snow

(c) Richard Davis

Extract:

 

…the picture wobbles. Now you are watching a home movie: a camera jerks round too fast – you feel vertigo, a seagull cuts an arc in the sky, you see a face in shadow. The face turns and the figure runs – a child across the sand, feet kicking up behind, to join a second, smaller girl who has her back to the sea. The camera angle drops as if submissive, you peer up at her from a dog’s eye view.

 

She points behind the camera, behind you. You are curious, you wait for the camera to follow, but it won’t turn. Frost crackles over the screen. Something is trying to stop you from seeing. You swipe the frost away. You are getting cold, cold and frustrated.

 

How can you see what she sees? The camera just needs to follow her pointing finger. You have an idea… surely it can’t work? You pick up the TV, lift it from its crust of snow. You turn slowly, eyes on the screen and… yes, as you turn, so does the picture inside the TV.

 

Finally, you are in control. The image sweeps across the beach in the direction of the girl’s pointing finger.

 

What will you see? The screen goes black and you open your eyes. Did you know that they were closed?