Thursday, 28 June 2012

LONDON 4x4 Performance Relay


LONDON 4x4 Performance Relay

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I've travelled round the London performance scene for six years now, performing and photographically preserving thousands of artists and promoters. I see a large (yet finite) number of disconnected groups at varying levels of maturity and/or social conscience. There is a wealth of energy and talent, often either ill focussed or lacking in intensity.
And there is competition. This affects different groups in different ways. There are limited (free) venues with more closing by the day it seems. There are limited audience members as few of us have the spare cash for mid-week performance gigs (at least as regards the cost of the beverages needed to complete such a night).There is a limited time window (with London's tube system closing down around midnight). And then with higher aspirations, there are limited contacts into the BBC, Sky, Radio, Major Festivals. Pour lots of individual groups into a hot bed like this and it has to be true that energies are being wasted.

This in the face of the fact that every individual group has a heart that it tries to follow. There seems to be no model in place that can overcome this difficulty. When I lived in the North East I was, for a time, the chair for Stockton Music and Arts Collective (SMAC) – running several bands a night in a 400 year old theatre building that was otherwise a millstone around the council's neck (to be honest, I probably did less for SMAC when I was chair than I did beforehand!). I would like to create something in London that sends out a signal flare of what can be achieved by co-operative effort.

Something that celebrates every 'level' of artist in an environment where the famed/respected is supporting and are supported by 'the new blood' – at four levels across four dimensions.

The four levels are:
  • The Great and Good – to help catalyse the event, to instil excitement in the other participants; Simply to lend their name to the campaign and to play one free set on one agreed night in 2013 in central London, for free.
  • The Local Heroes – Two 'feature' sets on that same night. For a month prior to the gig all interested bands can collect evidence of stage minutes played for free around the circuit. The logic being whichever band has worked hardest to give away performance time in London gets the benefit of a really good gig to play. The second feature band will be chosen entirely at random from all interested bands.
  • The Have A GO Heroes – There will be an open mic opportunity on a strict first come first served basis.
  • The Unknown Soldiers – in an ideal world I would also display all 2,000+ photographs I have of London performers on a suite of digital photo frames, so that in a sense every one of those performers are part of the gig.
The four dimensions are:
  • Music
  • Poetry
  • Comedy
  • Story-Telling
So that would amount to just four gigs over the year, but there's a strong story and theme amongst them that will help to create a real buzz. This could be a series of gigs that live in the social consciousness for a long time, with more people claiming to have attended than the venues could ever have held.

All I need now is four willing 'celebrities' and four free decent venues… any suggestions?
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Sunday, 17 June 2012

Cradle to the grave

Cradle to the grave is the name of the 2012 Edinburgh Free Fringe show brought to you by Ant (The GameCat) Smith and Mel (Filth) Jones.

It is performance poetry but with the emphasis on performance - no dour mumbling from the page here. Ant and Mel are both powerful and engaging performers with material that pushes boundaries and guarantees laughs a plenty - as well as something worth talking about in the bar after.

It is showing daily at 1PM from the 13th to the 18th of August 2012.

Venue 309
The Royal Oak, 1 Infirmary Street,  off South Bridge,  Edinburgh, EH1 1LT

About Ant (The GameCat) Smith

Ant ha been banned from a distinguished series of venues due to his belief that "you don't know you're pushing boundaries till they push back...". His material is infectious and painfully honest though. He's on the Apples & Snakes roster (http://www.applesandsnakes.co.uk/page/84/Ant+The+GameCat+Smith/411) - Englands premier spoken word promoters and he has gig with people including TV Smith, Eddie Tudor, Michael Horovitz, Fran Landsman and Attila the StockBroker.



Live Recording: PUNK ROCK

This one was number 1 in the Strummerville download chart:
Punk Rock Live

Studio Recording: Plaything

As arranged by Ms. Terry Mishun with accompanying performance photographs:

Poem: States Of Matter-imony

I keep vacuum bags I've filled
With the dust that fell from you
Wet my finger tip and dip
Sherbet fountain, tasty bits

I store the tears that were spilled
When I disappointed you
I like to bathe when they're distilled
Salty crystals are my pills

Gas or liquid or solid, you are
Lovable in a bag, or in a jar
Anyone can love, tits or arse
Lips or looks or
Thoughts or fucks

I bottle odours you release
In the night time, in your sleep
Nothing smells to me so sweet
As you do under sheets

Gas or liquid or solid, you are
Lovable in a bag, or in a jar
Anyone can love
Flesh and such
I love you
To your guts

About Mel (Filth) Jones


It's taken a long time for Mel Jones to fully accept that she is a filthy, foul-mouthed and perverse woman. Pushing 50, she has spent the majority of her life pigging-out, shagging for kicks, smoking, drinking and spectacularly failing to write and perform poems.
Recently there has been a marked improvement in that she now writes and performs poems. Most of these evidence a strong attraction to the lewd, crude and absurd, although she has been known to explore much more profound subjects such as Lembit Opik and even chicken.
Mel has worked as a cleaner, bingo caller, check-out operator, props maker, jazz singer, counsellor and dominatrix. She was mostly rubbish.


http://jessica-lambert.com/2012/04/12/feature-erotic-literary-salon/
delivers poems as unashamedly raunchy as they are hilarious. From her rousing celebration of homemade porn to her coquettishly brilliant comic timing, Ms Jones is a delight.

www.eroticreviewmagazine.com/content/velvet-tongue
It was poet Mel Jones, however, who stood out as one of the heroes of the evening with her clever wordplay and a natural stage presence. Often ironic but generally good-natured, her laughs frequently came a second or two later as the double entendre hit home with the audience.

www.remotegoat.co.uk/review_view.php?uid=6555
Mel Jones has an amazing stage presence and warns us: 'Just so you know before we start' and 'Fuck me if you think you are hard enough' (have you ever thought of stand up comedy, Mel?)
To start off with, the ice was broken by our hilarious M.C. for the evening, comedian Mel Jones, who ultimately reminded us how lucky we all were to be safe in the UK. In many senses she was the star of the show; in between all the acts, however harrowing, she somehow had the audience in stitches!


http://www.writeoutloud.net/public/eventview.php?eventID=8156&day=10&month=04&year=2012
rollicking and gloriously filthy verses, and wonderful jazz voice.


Live Performance Video


Poem: Fuck Me (If You Think You're Hard Enough)


I don’t fall in love
I obsess
My infantile heart was lost
The moment we undressed
My fantasy of you and me
Grew quicker than your cock
The first time you saw my tits.
My soul is in bits
Just awaiting that next call from you
Who, let’s face it, I don’t know at all
And who couldn’t possibly have guessed
That my ‘Yes’ could mean all this
But there’s no need to piss yourself,
Don’t stress
Each time we fuck,
The obsession’ll get a little bit less
I know myself
So the trick is, obviously,
To fuck me cock-eyed
That’s the key
Fuck me till I squawk.
If you want the stalker in me
To die a little death
Fuck me till I haven’t any breath
Till I’m distraught
Otherwise, I'm dangerous
So muster your defences
And roger me so hard that I come
To my senses
Take me repeatedly
Until I boo and hiss your length and breadth
Until soft tissues bruise
And use up all the heat in me
Fuck me till I'm nothing but a sticky
Oozing mess
Of juice and jizz
Fuck me until I refuse to kiss you.
That kind of frequency and depth
Is therapy for me
And for you
It’s a fairly urgent health and safety issue