Re-hear-sing with Andy, Dan and Don for this Saturday’s world tour of Berkshire. Filmed by Oliver Heyward for Gramps’s birthday, who art in jazz heaven, Hello’d be thy name!
Journal
6th May 2012
Freestyling
Swimming freestyle in the kitchen. When it rains we paint and draw. When it pours we close the doors, open all the windows and make films. From Time to rhyme to party time! Off with the blinkers and on with the hooks, lines and kitchen sinkers!
5th May 2012
Kite In The Kitchen
Ah, you see, this is the hare’s version. Splashy and bounding. Recorded on my phone yesterday. Not everybody’s cup of tea but for me it’s a revelation of natural expression. The simple and pure enjoyment of sharing a quick little film with you sets my taste buds spinning!
3rd May 2012
Photograph
Stopped at the roadside to capture this landscape. It’s been pulling me over for days, beckoning, “I’m not going to Be here for long you know!” So I couldn’t say no, could I? Who would say no to rapeseed? Not that rapeseed is the most persistant voice in this photograph. That belongs to the pushy Porsche Cayenne, who passed in a huff of tutting. Some drivers tut more than others don’t they? First thing I think of when someone stops in the middle of the road is, “I bet they’ve seen some nice rapeseed and need to take a picture and share it on their official website.”
Tags: Rapeseed
2nd May 2012
Kite
Performance of Kite from 1994.
I prefer singing full voice to the breathy vocal style, as I know the breathy style comes from lack of confidence. I was confident singing Dr Robert (few posts ago) so out pops the full voice like a hare from a hole. Whereas this Kite vocal is more like one of those funny little hesitant rodent chaps on a prairie. Oh what are they called? Not meercats, but something else like them that look like large dormice. What I’m saying really, is that I much prefer being a hare to a whatever.
How great is the band and that mandolin btw. Phil’s bass is rather splendid. Don’s acoustic and vocals ever present and correctly commanding. Ant’s accomplished ability to gather the best logs for the fire, and Graham’s solid and effortless sunshine.
I recall being absolutely knackered for this show. They sweetly supplied a masseuse, but what I really needed was a weeks sleep. Maybe that’s why the door mouse popped out…
