Oh, the small pleasures of the big city.

23rd June 2010

The longest day, not endless now I am older, but still long enough. That deep blue fade, still present after the pubs have closed. And the ride to and from some small moments of musical beauty, in a basement, while the vuvuzelas scream overhead, for Greece and Argentina.

Down below we watch as some souls get internal, with greater or lesser success. For queen and country? Hardly. No, this one’s for me, it’s about a love I found and lost and found, it’s about how I fell out of love with a whole town. It’s about something personal but also universal.

It’s about Blue Rose Code singing Whitechapel, a song about my city that touches me; it’s about the spindly intensity of Beth Hirsch singing the songs she wrote with Air, the songs that haunt her, the songs she will never transcend, the songs she loves and hates, the songs that made her, the songs she is so much better than.

And upstairs the match bundles to it’s conclusion and the salarymen sink more pints than they oughta on a Tuesday night, the wife won’t like it but the hangover will help them haze through the midweek gloom.

And after all that, the ride home, the azure glow still there, shining over the scrapers, the moon between the towers of the power station, the river in full flow, the traffic streaming past the peace camp at Westminster, the lights on Chelsea bridge, all to the resonating echo of those lovely songs. Always the songs. So many songs.

Oily Vinyl

21st June 2010

There’s nothing like a slice of deep black oily vinyl on a brght blue mid summer day.

Accept Cycles

20th June 2010

Out to Farringdon for the Nocturne, a criterion, a loop, a race round Smithfield for an hour and five laps, shaved legs pumping, hearts beating, wheels spinning, all the thrill of elite sport on the streets of London for free. What’s not to like?

There’s a full-on, really fast pro men’s race, plus a women’s version and entertaining diversions like the gentlemens’ folding bike race, done Le Mans style with a run and unfold your bike start. There are the customary ox heart buns from St John and fine ale at Pure Groove. There is energy and excitement, a midsummer carnival of an atmosphere, like something really good is happening.

And of course, as well as being really exciting these events also help to raise the profile of cycling in the capital and encourage more people to use the most efficient way of travelling in our town.

Playing catch-up

18th June 2010

In the street the paint says – nothing located. I presume it means that the writer has not found anything, rather than actually finding nothing, for real, for sure, like changing the world because everything is haze but still here.

The deep night train sounds like music, choral, eerie, screeching breaks like screaming, wheels on tracks play a mournful melody. Up to the shops and back, round the park, inside the computer. Now I have two drives, one called music the other called machine. And the music is coming together, piece by piece, but still nothing located, like it says in the street, nothing solid, nothing finished, just names and scribbles and sketches, spidery hand on Moleskine, late night blurry eyes, hum and murmur from my new sleek silver best friend on the floor in the corner.

So here they are (for the record) the new names that may or may not: NORTHERN SOUL, 1978, I LOVE U SO,GOLDENDUB, FREEDOM STREET, THE END OF THE WORLD / LAZY SUMMER, DIAMOND SOUL, OH MY DESIRE, ELTON BARRY, DO YOU DREAM, DISCO, BERLIN(ERIKA), AFROBEAT, PROMENADE DES ANGLAIS, MACAROON, GRACE BASS, CAPE CLEAR, COEUR DE LYON, SUCH A FEELING, MY BOOM BOOM BOOM, PIANO HOUSE, MR JONES, CASIO, EASY TIGER.

Here we go…

12th June 2010