I spent years living in one of these system built monsters and yet it seems that “the housing crisis” demands that developers build more and more high rise. The Legacy of the 2012 Olympics seems to be that I can see less and less sky as I pass through Stratford. High rise living does not engender a happy life , noise travels indiscriminately and whilst promises are made I don’t believe any lessons have been learnt from previous disasters. Old blocks remain like ticking time bombs and new builds seem to go up quicker than your nipper playing with Lego!. Poem below voices my feelings and a couple of videos at the end of this post reinforce the view.
Where the Houses Used to Be.
For Disposable people.
Cold Glass and Grey Steel
Warm Red Bricks and Bright Blue Skies.
Skies once punctuated by Hawksmoors Steeples,
Being blotted out by High Rise,
Upon High Rise,
Upon High Rise.
Multi Storey Tombstones
With inquiries in their name.
The pretty colour cladding
They wrap these buildings in
There to remedy
The rust and crumbling concrete
Of the original shoddy build.
Where the houses used to be
Elsie sits alone on the fourteenth floor
Down to her last quarter of tea.
And as the flames lick past her window
She sees the cranes in the distance
Building more towers,
In years to come
There will be plaques of remembrance and cemeteries
For quite some time now I have wanted visual accompaniment to the eclectic electric output of my long term project Kallous Boys. In the age of the digital tool I thought I would be able to find some sort of plug-in that would allow me to compose with light , not one of those “visualisation” type things that some media players had. Something more controllable but thus far no joy. However I found the beauty above ( more detail here. )To combine that with the creature below would be … Bliss.
Time to Kill. St Pancras beckons and the British Library. I promised myself I would get to this exhibition – The British Library “Seasons of Sound”. Everything a Sonic Geek like me could want ( Yes Harley everything is music . EVERYTHING) Lovely little exhibition from the libraries sound archives. Stuff I knew nothing of – recording to wire, postage stamps that could be played and these known as Bone Music ,bootlegs of western jazz and rock n roll banned in soviet Russia that were cut to used X Ray discs – go read more – https://www.x-rayaudio.com/x-rayaudiorecords/
New Years Day, Groundhog Day, slumped in the armchair in a festive fug watching re-runs of Columbo and the Professionals the advertising breaks bludgeon me, demanding that I buy a new sofa and book a holiday. I turn off the set and settle in to an afternoons cheery reading. Great little pamphlet publication called Razur Cuts( https://www.facebook.com/razur.cuts ) issued its fourth volume just before Christmas 2017 and graciously included a wee poem by our in-house poet Mr Colin Hankey ( check out his rantings here https://hankeypankeyblog.wordpress.com/ ). There are hundreds of these little pamphlet publications about , some of you might still call them fanzines and depending on what you are into you will most likely find one that suits you be it literary such as Razur Cuts, football crazy such as Joe Englands – 5 Managers ( http://joeenglandbooks.blogspot.co.uk/2017/02/5manager-final-season-issues.html) or Fashion subcultures such as Subbaculture (http://www.streetstylescenes.co.uk/blog/). Anyhow , they are cheap , always have something inspirational in them and nearly always lead to reading something else, they fit in your pocket and the battery life is unparalleled. You wanna cut down on your screen life mate. Life, Choices and Decisions. Choose Life.