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Over T’Hills…

Posted on August 29, 2013

He stands there like a monument to miss-spent youth and new found glory… Richárd Gárryseine, Parisian existentialist philosopher who together with L.Millét, the taciturn theologian have formed The Shawe of Wythe School of Hard Knocks and Soft Shocks. (more of this another time)…

 

So then, we miss the early train to the City of Steel but that's no probs as time is on our side today. The man in the red uniform says we can't smoke on an open platform, giving us a disapproving slow shake of the head like he's got the authority of, well, a man in a red uniform. He's the fat controller and he knows his script…

 

Anyways… rather than sitting by the window and watching the lush Lancashire scenery turn into the lush Yorkshire scenery (nature doesn't recognise borders) we sit between carriages and start a talk that lasts all day and never once gets boring…

 

The last time I was here was to pick up some fine speakers ten years ago when I spent a month-or-so on one, mixing and matching loads of amps and speakers to get just the right sound stage that would do justice to TUNES!!! the time before that was ten years earlier when we went on the Happy Mondays/ MC Buzz B surreal tour, this place has good memories…

 

We sit in a nice square, it's sunny, there all kinds of goddesses walking around in the lush sunshiny day… we eat fine On-The-Go SoulFood… chorizo, ementhal, tomato and corriander tiger bread sammiches with a few slices of AVOCADO!!! and a cool mocha-choco-frapé-narco-coffee!!! fuelled-up and right on it!!!

 

A walk up the hill and into another fine square that has an EDL march, just 50 or so of them looking slightly out-numbered by the hundreds of Rainbow Tribe Folk. I suggest to a police officer that they undergo DNA testing as some of them look 'a bit foreign' and why don't they defend England by joining the army or somefink!!!

 

Anyways… onwards up the hill to The Green Room to meet brother Ian who's got a fine exhibition of his rock-and-roll fotos. It's an understatement to say that they're a significant document of some seminal bands at some serious gigs. I think the fotos speak for themselves and more than I could ever describe…

 

We have good chats about creativity and detachment from the art we create. We Listen to some decent electro-acoustic tunes and just enjoy each others company, then we chat with Duncan, a lad from Glasga who's made this place his home. He's taking fotos of the people and then I get to shoot the shooter…

 

A couple of guys do some electro-acoustic stuff that's alright, decent chops and voices. Richárd doesn't like his guitars to sound like guitars but I think he's warming to this. Now he's living the dream in Chorton-cum-Cumquat he'll be hanging out with his yoghurt-weaving friends playing the nose flute whilst juggling olives…

 

Me and Monsieur Avocado were gonna head off back to the Not-So-Rainy City but decide to float downhill and join a circle of knitters for an hour of chats about stitches in time…

 

We don't need a map, we aren't lost as we know where we're goin'. So we just go with the flow and the flow takes us to Valerie, a hot French chick with tasty delights on offer, so we partake of her joyous hospitality. Mocha-choca-caramel-narco heaven, with a chunk of tart of the maple and pecan variety. I'm sure that man CAN live on cake, coffee and ciggs alone…

 

Back down the hill again we find the Leadmill, home to that Mondays gig I went to a couple of decades ago and one of the last remaining old school indie clubs that is steeped in history. Manc doesn't have any of these now. The Boardwalk, Haç and Venue are all flats. TInternational 1 is a Turkish supermarket (I've been in since, standing in my spot, between the olives and humous)…

 

Ian is interviewed by the lad from Shed 7 who seems to be wearing the same clothes he wore all those years ago, he's not aged. Ian describes some of the scenes in his own way. This is good as it frames the images and gives insights into his living art…

 

The Complete Stone Roses are playing. Now I spoke with Adge last year and said that I wasn't going to Heaton Park as the past had passed. The same with the Meadows film last week but tonight it was like all of those clubs I'd travelled the country to see them in. I tried me best to not be overly pedantic about the equipment used (I mean, the single coils of a Strat thru black-faced Fender Twin Reverbs cut thru the mix more than a Les Paul thru Marshalls)… overall though it was great stuff… shame we had to get the train back but we'd done our bit and not let ourselves down…

 

On the train reflecting on a really-really great day day actually. Monsieur Avocado is going back to his loft in Chorlton, waiting for Unicorn to open so's he can get some £17 olives. I go back to Bass Low Towers for 3 hours of deep chats with The Reverend!!!

 

geo… 3•6•13•

 

 

 

 

Giving it up…

Posted on August 24, 2013

sleepover…

like a continuous, back-to-back, on the bounce… 24/7 and 365… the toughest time not seeing the first rays of the rising sunshiney day…

Faith…

having faith that it's still there behind the cloud… feeling alright with the time just right now… in this instance things could be worse…

my friends…

all of u that are troubled by the night… and lost yer way… can't see it straight… can't find a way thru??? like when yer here with me alone… I'm right there with u

values…

dont undervalue what u are and overvalue what u aren't… forget about yesterday… it's just today where u make the differences.

lose and gain…

gaining and losing in life… in truth, don't search for success… attract it by the person you become…

what u waiting for? go…

Go for it right now. The future owes u nothing… u have to make it happen… why not? and just, what if?… changing the 'but' to 'and'…

Never-never, never-never, never-never, never… never give up…

any moment, you have a choice that is easy or difficult, that either leads you closer to your true self or further away from you… keep going…

finding yer way…

where there's no way, imagine one… when there's no time just make some…
★ⓕⓞⓛⓛⓞⓦ★═╬► your heart with a passion…

experience…

… bad experiences of the past… just let them go… u are beautiful…. trust yerself to open yer heart, feel that u can be true to yerself…

this is all I give…

to give of myself…
all soul and spirit, now…
make the deepest connection…
and… positive reflections to warm a smile… travel though years, no double-fears… embrace those tears… mile after mile after mile…

where I belong with we…
trust we free ourselves to be…
knowing how to be, inside so easy…

love why we are…

feel so real… we see…
now here revealed thru Love and Light…

geo, autumn 2010…