some more Martin Archer stuff, Annette Krebs bloody 'ell, like that one : -
Wednesday 19th November 2003
ANNETTE KREBS - guitar
Exploring the possibilities of the electroacoustic guitar,
unmissable appearance by this acclaimed Berlin based soundsmith
Also
PER-SON-ELL
Rex Caswell - guitar
Martin Klapper - various objects
Sture Ericson - saxophones
Extremes-of-instrument improv supported by the Danish Jazz Federation
Over the Top, 78 Kingfield Road, Nether Edge, Sheffield
8.00 pm. £5 full / £3 concession, all tickets on door
Wednesday 26th November 2003
VIV CORRINGHAM - voice
PETER CUSACK - strings, electronics
Songs based group from this respected duo
Also
DAVE PHILLIPS
JOKE LANZ
DANIEL LOWENBROOK
Radical and confrontational Swiss performance art
ensemble associated with Schimpfluch-Gruppe
The Grapes,Trippet Lane, Sheffield
8.30 pm. £5 full / £3 concession, all tickets on door
Wednesday 10th December 2003
PAUL HUBWEBER - trombone
JOHN JASNOCH - guitars, mandolin, ud
First chance to see this fine German player in Sheffield
together with our own JJ, following on from their German tour.
Also
SWUNG-DASH
Phil Morton - accidents and treatments
Adam Webster - bass guitar, cello
Phil Lucking - trumpets
Budgie - drumset
Periods of serene psycho-ambience to moments of crashing
intensity whilst calling at many places in between
The Grapes,Trippet Lane, Sheffield
8.30 pm. £5 full / £3 concession, all tickets on door
Monday, 17 November 2003
i’ve been enjoying a few Jake Chapman quotes.
the Saatchi Gallery is simply an expression of one man’s ownership.
Tate Modern is swerving towards a lowest common denominator which de-skills the potential of serious discursive art.
“As he sidles through the Daily Mail-sponsored ‘Not the Turner Prize’, an exhibition of paintings of trains, sunsets and Margaret Thatcher, he likens the crowd of old ladies enjoying the show to single-celled organisms. This is what Prozac does to a country, he mutters.”
the Saatchi Gallery is simply an expression of one man’s ownership.
Tate Modern is swerving towards a lowest common denominator which de-skills the potential of serious discursive art.
“As he sidles through the Daily Mail-sponsored ‘Not the Turner Prize’, an exhibition of paintings of trains, sunsets and Margaret Thatcher, he likens the crowd of old ladies enjoying the show to single-celled organisms. This is what Prozac does to a country, he mutters.”
Three pounds of veal, five onions stewed in Epping butter, milk, lemon juice, three tablespoons of curry powder.
’Tis, when done, a dish for emperors to feed on
~
_Madhur Jaffrey quotes from Thackeray’s poem ‘Curry’.
an initially suspicious foodie Bee Wilson cooks it, and is eventually impressed, concluding It is nothing like the fancy, herby, fishy curries that the cognoscenti choose to cook in London these days. But it tastes completely authentic.
curry is an older British dish than the chippy – fish and chips per se were ‘invented’ in east Manchester sometime in the 19th century, soon after spread to Barnsley across the hills, and arguably today have reached their perfection in my view in a few key chippy locations, such as Blackpool, Scarborough, and of course, Whitby.
mushy peas are referred to as Manchester caviar.
curries have been getting made in this country for at least the past 250 years, and certainly were being eaten by Britons in India half a millennium ago.
’Tis, when done, a dish for emperors to feed on
~
_Madhur Jaffrey quotes from Thackeray’s poem ‘Curry’.
an initially suspicious foodie Bee Wilson cooks it, and is eventually impressed, concluding It is nothing like the fancy, herby, fishy curries that the cognoscenti choose to cook in London these days. But it tastes completely authentic.
curry is an older British dish than the chippy – fish and chips per se were ‘invented’ in east Manchester sometime in the 19th century, soon after spread to Barnsley across the hills, and arguably today have reached their perfection in my view in a few key chippy locations, such as Blackpool, Scarborough, and of course, Whitby.
mushy peas are referred to as Manchester caviar.
curries have been getting made in this country for at least the past 250 years, and certainly were being eaten by Britons in India half a millennium ago.
cracking headline story in the Daily Express last Friday (14th). under the splash ASYLUM: THEY CAN ALL STAY, you get a predictable ranting and raving about Mr Blunkett’s most recent measures in this field (see last Thursday’s entry for a BBC news-story link about what he said). the one bit that cracked this reader up though, was He also suggested there should be no upper limits on the number of immigrants allowed into the country, raising fears of a furious backlash from Right-wing extremists.
the irony in that sentence, or whatever, is basically too much to break down.
what about the furious backlash from the Populist Tabloids (that the Odd Angry Rightwinger probably get their news from, i'd be willing to bet dollar, incidentally), guv?
award for The August Harbottle & Laws Magnanimous Prize of the Week goes to that day’s editorial though. one quotes there remains a strong case for carefully-controlled legal immigration.
bloody ‘ell, that’s good of them, isn’t it?
the readers’ phone-in on that day read
Should we slam the nation’s gates shut NOW?
you may wish to take a wild stab in the dark as to whether the Nos, or the Yes’, will prevail…
really rather gratified of late to hear from man like Weaver that The Express is losing sales - indeed they've been haemorrhaing readers for ages apparently, all the way back to 1996 - it's a funny old world.
i was assuming their hardening populist stance was a calculated move that they knew was getting them greater circulation, but it seems like just the opposite may in fact be in full effect.
the stewardship of Rizzla Rosie Boycott was an interesting social-democratic/left-liberal aberration, and they're nowadays back to a strange mixed bag of moderate centrism with some peculiar populist views thrown in (after all, to be fair, they have the new statesman political editor john kampfener as a correspondent and the occasional column from newsnight defence man mark urban). it's a fairly schizoid place, all told.
they did have one truly electrifying editorial i shall take with me to the grave which was on the eve of the 1997 general election and they came out in support of the conservatives. you sensed they knew the game was up as there was this incredibly romantic editorial about conservative values and the worldview of the express' editorial team, an elegy or something.
then of course the tories got stuffed and everybody cheered stephen twigg.
odd.
the irony in that sentence, or whatever, is basically too much to break down.
what about the furious backlash from the Populist Tabloids (that the Odd Angry Rightwinger probably get their news from, i'd be willing to bet dollar, incidentally), guv?
award for The August Harbottle & Laws Magnanimous Prize of the Week goes to that day’s editorial though. one quotes there remains a strong case for carefully-controlled legal immigration.
bloody ‘ell, that’s good of them, isn’t it?
the readers’ phone-in on that day read
Should we slam the nation’s gates shut NOW?
you may wish to take a wild stab in the dark as to whether the Nos, or the Yes’, will prevail…
really rather gratified of late to hear from man like Weaver that The Express is losing sales - indeed they've been haemorrhaing readers for ages apparently, all the way back to 1996 - it's a funny old world.
i was assuming their hardening populist stance was a calculated move that they knew was getting them greater circulation, but it seems like just the opposite may in fact be in full effect.
the stewardship of Rizzla Rosie Boycott was an interesting social-democratic/left-liberal aberration, and they're nowadays back to a strange mixed bag of moderate centrism with some peculiar populist views thrown in (after all, to be fair, they have the new statesman political editor john kampfener as a correspondent and the occasional column from newsnight defence man mark urban). it's a fairly schizoid place, all told.
they did have one truly electrifying editorial i shall take with me to the grave which was on the eve of the 1997 general election and they came out in support of the conservatives. you sensed they knew the game was up as there was this incredibly romantic editorial about conservative values and the worldview of the express' editorial team, an elegy or something.
then of course the tories got stuffed and everybody cheered stephen twigg.
odd.
points :-
AUSSIES! nobble Wilkinson, get a man off, it's worth it, you'll win, though we could easily win by 40 points as well
it's weird robinson can't defend for toffee compared to lewsey but you'd rather have robinson in attacking form than t'other
good lord
you know it's a good weekend when you've had leek and cheddar bangers and mash and just avoided a stick up down the Royce Road in Hulme.
oh, it WILL be hot there
evertonian beat the Dutch, can they play for a draw in Amsterdam?
GO WALES, dodgy firecrackers however in the manner of to singe people, especially the Taff keeper whose name escapes me
Wales have the best blogger, ergo they can beat Russia i know, you know it, my mate who's a student here knows it
house of jealous lovers actually works as a choon when sandwiched between Kate Bush and Judy Garland
what doesn't work is the Flock of Seagulls/Skinny Puppy/Severed Heads DJ enquiring of requests for Dizzee 'is that a hiphop thing?'
you, my friend, win the BATON
Angus is on form, he mentions fisting and Holly Valance in the same sentence, probably not in the way most of my male friends do though.
(ouch)
shezza crow, first cut is the deepest, that doesn't sound right_
crumblingloaf
CHEST YA Nick GB
true dat
how good has that man been of late?
very much, in other words.
indeed and RIP
Harrogate Town!
your number five is A COCK that's actually a FACT that
whilst Stelfox is ALWAYS on form i feel that bit where he references young Mr Finney about the otherworldliness etc. of his dancehall faves it totally flashed on Simon's epic piece in the wire
about his love for reggae divorced from context blah blah
actually i read somewhere the other day and i REALLY can't remember where it was but someone was slagging off that piece, it's the one where SR talks about a fourway collision between gay uptown Manhattan disco, Hackney gun-runners or whatever, and tings like that
to these people, you are WRONG
you ALSO have the baton
=
this weekend i ate drank danced listened talked a
lot
~
P.S.
sort your fucking life out, DAVID DAVIS
you have the baton my good man and not just a fucking portion either,
MUPPET
Margaret Thatcher was in favour of the death penalty
Yep, she was also in favour of shafting Notts/Yorks/the North East/the scousers/the West Midlands to death mate
there were many quotes this weekend that would light up the week here's one from Gyles B's diary, i apologise for being all profane but you know it's Monday morning and i'm drunk so fuck it
Soames is in the lobby he barks his way through and LO AND BEHOLD!!! who does he see but the Wintertons. Soames tells them - and here i quote -
Your cunts, and ugly ones to boot
at a fellow MP!
you're not a nephew of Churchill for nothing eh
AUSSIES! nobble Wilkinson, get a man off, it's worth it, you'll win, though we could easily win by 40 points as well
it's weird robinson can't defend for toffee compared to lewsey but you'd rather have robinson in attacking form than t'other
good lord
you know it's a good weekend when you've had leek and cheddar bangers and mash and just avoided a stick up down the Royce Road in Hulme.
oh, it WILL be hot there
evertonian beat the Dutch, can they play for a draw in Amsterdam?
GO WALES, dodgy firecrackers however in the manner of to singe people, especially the Taff keeper whose name escapes me
Wales have the best blogger, ergo they can beat Russia i know, you know it, my mate who's a student here knows it
house of jealous lovers actually works as a choon when sandwiched between Kate Bush and Judy Garland
what doesn't work is the Flock of Seagulls/Skinny Puppy/Severed Heads DJ enquiring of requests for Dizzee 'is that a hiphop thing?'
you, my friend, win the BATON
Angus is on form, he mentions fisting and Holly Valance in the same sentence, probably not in the way most of my male friends do though.
(ouch)
shezza crow, first cut is the deepest, that doesn't sound right_
crumblingloaf
CHEST YA Nick GB
true dat
how good has that man been of late?
very much, in other words.
indeed and RIP
Harrogate Town!
your number five is A COCK that's actually a FACT that
whilst Stelfox is ALWAYS on form i feel that bit where he references young Mr Finney about the otherworldliness etc. of his dancehall faves it totally flashed on Simon's epic piece in the wire
about his love for reggae divorced from context blah blah
actually i read somewhere the other day and i REALLY can't remember where it was but someone was slagging off that piece, it's the one where SR talks about a fourway collision between gay uptown Manhattan disco, Hackney gun-runners or whatever, and tings like that
to these people, you are WRONG
you ALSO have the baton
=
this weekend i ate drank danced listened talked a
lot
~
P.S.
sort your fucking life out, DAVID DAVIS
you have the baton my good man and not just a fucking portion either,
MUPPET
Margaret Thatcher was in favour of the death penalty
Yep, she was also in favour of shafting Notts/Yorks/the North East/the scousers/the West Midlands to death mate
there were many quotes this weekend that would light up the week here's one from Gyles B's diary, i apologise for being all profane but you know it's Monday morning and i'm drunk so fuck it
Soames is in the lobby he barks his way through and LO AND BEHOLD!!! who does he see but the Wintertons. Soames tells them - and here i quote -
Your cunts, and ugly ones to boot
at a fellow MP!
you're not a nephew of Churchill for nothing eh
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