It’s back! Special guest compere for the night will be the wonderful Ann Wilson.
Remember you can reserve a seat by emailing Mollie. Doors open at 6pm and seats are reserved until 6.15. Show starts at 6.30pm.
This month we have….
Sorry there’s been no posts for a while, I’ve been all a-whirl with Summer School! But there’s a Moll Baxter Band gig coming up next Thursday at the Golden Lion, with support from Tom ‘Ponies’ Bramhall – or ‘Pom Tonies’ as I said by accident the other day…
Come along for folk-tapping, blues-busting, troubaudacious barding!
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.
…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?
Current Mood: Happy
Little Birthday Bohemia
Sunday May 10th
Olive Bar, Gregson
It’s been a long time since I’ve had a birthday party, but this year I got organised. On the evening of Sunday 10th May, we had ‘Little Birthday Bohemia,’ a night of hawthorn, music, poems, comedy and rocky road.