Hanging with the Andronici…

Still with Titus Andronicus. Whenever I’m trying to really study Shakespeare as opposed to reading for fun (is this boy sane?), I always find that I gravitate towards the Arden version. The individual volumes of the Arden Shakespeare are generally the best informed, best researched with the best grasp of the play’s background. This certainly works with Titus Andronicus, although you’ll need to avoid the 2nd edition which isn’t worth the admission price purely because the editor didn’t like the play. The third edition, however, has many reasons you should acquire it. Not least is the pithy, witty and enthusiastic style of its editor, Jonathan Bate. Another reason is the cover artwork which would be worth purchasing if you didn’t want the play. The artwork is by one Dennis Leigh who seems to have reached peaks in many disciplines. Even if you haven’t heard of him, and don’t know me personally enough to have had your ear bent by my enthusiasm for his work, you may have come across him in his alter-ego of John Foxx. Anyway, here’s a reproduction of the cover:

Close inspection of the image reveals a man’s image, on the forehead, holding a suffering child and a female figure whose image ends before the hand at the point it meets the mouth of the main image. With depictions of torture running up both cheeks, we have an extraordinary image which wordlessly (suitably) covers the main themes of the play. Excellent!

For those who are a little less inclined to the highbrow, it’s worth noting that John Foxx and Louis Gordon will only be playing one UK gig this year. It will be at the Cargo, in North London in October (16th). I’ll see you there. Those who want to aim for the middle ground might want to try Foxx’s solo concert in Leeds where he will accompany sections of his Quiet Man prose on acoustic piano (7th November). I’ll be there too – should be interesting. I’m intrigued.

Living with the past

Going to concerts is a strange game. I’ve been listening to music seriously now for thirty years and more and taking in live shows for more than twenty five. My problem is that I never seem to outgrow the music I once enjoyed and I never tire of finding new bands and sounds to enjoy. It makes for a wide-ranging taste and a smorgasbord of shows to choose from. Having said that last week (this was before the dreaded ‘flu) saw more grey hair on a stage than I’m used to. Ian Anderson and Martin Barre have had this little band called Jethro Tull going now for a few years and occasionally I’ll stop to see them and consider whether they can still cut the mustard. May 2008 in Lancashire suggest they still can though Ian’s voice is not what it once was and he has to over-rely on that flute just a little too much. They played for well over two hours and interestingly drew material mostly from their first three album although for me the highlights (Thick as a Brick, Heavy Horses, Aqualung, New Day Yesterday) were mostly drawn from a little later in their career. Tull, these days, are mainly a live band and seem to have little time devoted to developing new material. It would seem sensible to reverse that trend – rest Ian’s voice, see what this current bunch of musicians can develop in the twenty-first century – before they inevitably call it a day.

Set list (I think this is right but I’m older than I used to be):

My Sunday Feeling,
Living In The Past,
One For John Gee,
So Much Trouble,
A Song For Jeffrey,
Nursie,
Griminelli’s Lament,
Sossity: You’re A Woman/Reasons For Waiting,
Fat Man,
Serenade To A Cuckoo,
A New Day Yesterday
Bourée

For A Thousand Mothers,
We Used To Know/With You There To Help Me,
Dharma For One
Heavy Horses,
Farm On The Freeway,
Thick As A Brick,
Aqualung,
Locomotive Breath

Jethro Tull, Live May 2008

 

……. and a pair of Ian Andersons

If there was a downside to this concert, it was the drum solo. Why do must rock drummers persist in believing that there is any rhythm or motif to their efforts in hitting as many parts of their kit as often as they can. Please leave it to your infinitely more capable jazz brethren.

Genuine Imitation Life

Well, what a week. A little over a week ago I was having my foot manipulated because three of my metatarsals had become displaced and tender. Couldn’t walk. The manipulation was excruciating but I wasn’t going to let that stop me. Worked as normal. Even managed to take a couple of days away at a concert (I’ll post about that as soon as I’m feeling human again!).
Then the ultimate irony – I’ve come down with a flu and chest bug thingie. Spent most of the last two days in bed and off work sick. I should have just given up when the foot went. Well, maybe not. I would have missed some great times. But I’ve ground to a halt now.

A tale of one city

So last week produced two concerts in two days. One reasonably new band deserving success, one old band reinvigorated from a new album with 20 new songs to perform if they wish. Both gigs involved leaving my home (of course!), making the short walk to the tube station (I’ve lived here 6 months and I still can’t believe how short that walk is!) and hopping on the district line. Both gigs involved leaving said train at Westminster and changing for the Jubilee line.
Are you with me so far? This is where the contrasts begin.
Friday night, I get off at Canning Town. Saturday night, I leave one stop earlier at North Greenwich.
Friday, I leave the tube station and a guy in an orange jacket asks me if I like live music. I joke with him and say “yes, but tonight I’m already going somewhere”. I know from the sign on his back he’s pushing the Swarf gig and eventually we laugh.
Saturday, I just follow the crowds heading from the tube station to that odd shaped collection of buildings we used to call the “Millennium Dome” but now call the o2 arena. It looks the same but people want to go there now.
Friday, its into a deserted industrial estate, past the local car pound and tramping onward following the red and white signs for “BH2”. Thankfully there are plenty of them.
Saturday, it’s up an escalator in order to go down an escalator. Who designed this place?
Friday, the only lights in sight are the local MOT centre which is curiously still lit up at this time of night. You’ve guessed it, the club is in the other half of the building and apparently run by the same people.
Saturday, a nice steward clears my credentials and guides me to my seat, past the endless supply of merchandise I don’t need (okay, I bought a t-shirt).
Friday, I order a Corona. They don’t have a Corona. So I end up with a beer I normally only drink in Indian take-aways.
Saturday, I really don’t want one of their nasty lukewarm drinks so I wait in my seat and wait for the lights to go down. When the lights on stage go up, it’s evident that they’ve spent a fortune on the stage-lighting but at these ticket prices (hey, I got in free!) they can afford it.
Friday, when the lights go down, they never seem to light the stage and there are moments when it is difficult to see clearly. 
And on Friday, there were thirty people in that place, all gathered together, loving the music.
And on Saturday, there were twenty thousand people in that place, all gathered together, loving the music.

Friday, I stumble out into the cold night having seen a show I will remember a long time, full of great songs and energy. Back on to the train for my journey home.

Saturday, I stumble out into the cold night having seen a show I will remember a long time, full of great songs and energy. Back on to the train for my journey home. 

I really love this city!!

Brighton by the sea

So I made the journey from home in London to Brighton to catch Swarf last night. If anybody actually read these things you may remember I raved about them a couple of weeks ago as a neglected electronic band much deserving of acclaim and exposure.
The gig was at the Prince Albert where I’d previously journeyed to see them at the end of last year. I’d known that there were two bands on the bill but was disappointed to see that Swarf were the openers rather than the “headliners” but, hey, when it comes to good music, we’ll take what we can get.
Swarf were on great form once again although if I’d been on the desk I would have pushed Liz’s vocals a little higher in the mix. They did some new songs which I’m not familiar with which was brave in this kind of environment where some of those gathered had principally come to see the “The Last Cry” (the other band on the bill). These sounded great and I presume that this means that there is a new album at some point which is something to look forward to. If someone else was there and has a setlist I’d be very appreciative…..
Great complex keyboard arrangements with some unusual soundings show up the bands creativity whilst the mercurial vocals are better than anything else you’ll hear around at the moment. Highlights: Parlour Tricks, Supine, Not Enough and some of those newies I don’t know the names of. Great night out!!