Taking Pictures from Splash Point

15th May 2011

This weekend we went to Splash Point.

We took pictures.

And ended up taking a picture.

Somewhere behind this door…

8th May 2011

Somewhere behind this door, down the stairs and round the corner. A supreme case of Bohemianism in action. The latest incarnation of the Disappearing Dining Club. A delightful dinner party in a slightly dingy basement; a one night love affair with truffles. Well they have just come into season don’t you know.

The candles twinkled, the conversationalist sparkled and the wine was free flowing as we tucked into a series of truffle-infused treats down in the basement, including green pea veloute and seafood ceviche and the inevitable pork belly. Then, for cheese and desert I lifted the mood with a little light lounge and jazz before turning on the slomodisco, edging the bpms up to deep house by the time thoughts were turning to a spangly night out on the town. Outside the out-of-towners tumbled around Shoreditch, searching for clues to the cool the attracted them to the area long after it had jumped on it’s fluoro fixed-wheel and headed for Hackney marshes. Inside all was smashing, a little pink perhaps, but new friends, fine food, great music (naturally) made an excellent recipe for Saturday night delight.

Love for Gooding Coco

5th May 2011

Thomas H Green says this at theartsdesk.com.

Pete Gooding and Chris Coco featuring Peter Coyle, Believe (Nang)

For the sake of full disclosure I should say that I have known DJ-producer Chris Coco for many years. He used to be my boss, once upon a time, and I have a hefty affection for him. I should also point out, though, that I have never consequently felt duty bound to rave about his musical output. Indeed, I was not very keen in print on his band City Reverb. Chris is Mr Balearic as is his pal, the Ibiza-bound DJ Pete Gooding. Balearic, as a musical mood, can often be a recipe for disaster, a beachside guilty-pleasures party where, God help us, Chris Rea and Phil Collins are suddenly cool. With “Believe”, however, the duo have created a bona fide Balearic pop classic, harking back to the early-Nineties Ibiza golden age of songs such as A Man Called Adam’s “Barefoot in the Head”. It’s loping golden-sunshine music, lazy and lovely, with a drowsy vocal by Peter Coyle who was briefly an Eighties pop star as half of the Lotus Eaters (anyone remember “The First Picture of You”?). There are mixes, of which the spaced breakbeat of Russian producer Volta Cab is the best, but the original captures an ecstastic chilled glow that’s seldom been nailed so deliciously in recent years. (THG)

Oh England II

3rd May 2011

Sometimes it is necessary to leave the city, the centre, the Independent International Republic of London, and venture out into England, for there, way out, beyond the suburbs, they have things that we do not have, proper countryside and actual seaside, bigger skies and shining space. They have wisteria and wooden bus stops, muddy hills and ancient trees, windblown beaches and deep cool woodland, bigger skies and shining space.

Oh, England…

29th April 2011

…My England.

On days like these you act so peculiar.

What do you do when there is no alternative? When you are trapped by history? When you are part of something that means nothing to you? Join the herd?

Smile and wave baby, that’s what we do, smile and wave.