Rob St John – “Weald”

November 5th, 2011 § 0 comments § permalink

Rob St John has an excellent new album out, called “Weald” and there’s a lovely vinyl gatefold version. Here is a video for “Your Phantom Limb” which is the first single from the album, and also one for “Sargasso Sea” which is my favourite. Buy the album here.

 

 

Rob St John “Your Phantom Limb” from rob st john on Vimeo.

Rob St.John ‘Sargasso Sea’ from rob st john on Vimeo.

Firth of Forth Sailing – Diana Photos

October 8th, 2011 § 0 comments § permalink

Dead Man’s Atlas

August 19th, 2011 § 0 comments § permalink

A few weeks ago, a man who lived in our building died. Since then, someone has gradually been chucking (and burning) a lot of his possessions into a skip. He seems to have been a bit of a collector, lots of toy cars, photographic stuff, receipts, Penthouses, mayonaisse, posters, slides etc have been put into the skip. I was tempted to take some stuff out of it, but I have enough of my own crap to fill a skip, so I just picked out an old battered atlas. Here are some images from the dead man’s atlas. May he rest in peace.

Untitled New Work 2011

August 1st, 2011 § 0 comments § permalink

Here is a new work I have done, sort of for the Solar Pavilion as part of the Edinburgh Art Festival 2011. Please click here and turn on your audio to hear the soundtrack…..

 

The Singing Street

June 18th, 2011 § 3 comments § permalink

I just returned from watching some Scottish Screen Archive films at the Filmhouse as part of the Edinburgh Film Festival – it was great. The first film was called “The Singing Street” and was made by a group of Edinburgh school teachers calling themselves the “Norton Park Group”. It shows school children singing songs and playing games, some incredible skipping, all round Edinburgh. Its fantastic, and you can watch it all here. The timing and rhythm of the skipping in particular is well worth a watch, as is the single “boys” song, and their subsequent sweeping off the step by a girl. In the audience were some women who featured in the original film, as well as relatives of the film makers. And an angry woman who said she couldn’t hear anything. And lots of people saying “ooh, look, its Easter Road” etc…. A longing for the past can be a dangerous film, but what this film shows is that kids have always had a sense of humour, and the creativity to develop their own art forms. I wonder what the current equivalent is, if there are any school teachers who can tell me, I’d like to know.

The group made other films as well, which are listed in the Archive, I guess they can be accessed through them somehow. I’ve also seen the book called “The Singing Street” compiled by one of the film making team, and the above image is the front cover.

Barry McLaren (1976 – 2008) Poems

November 19th, 2010 § 9 comments § permalink

While cleaning through a bunch of stuff today, I came across some sheets of poetry written by my friend Barry McLaren. Barry died just over 2 years ago. He was a passionate, charming, talented and complicated man. In October 2006 Barry and I had an exhibition in Patriothall Gallery in Stockbridge called “The Corporal & The Commander”. Barry organised the show, and after it was finished, he gave me some poems he had written for the show, they were scribbled on the back of menu’s from Hectors Bar. I found them today, and I’m posting them here, along with some images of Barry’s work, which I think is from his Glasgow School of Art degree show around 2003/2004. Miss you Baraldo.

“THE WEE TEAM & THE TUT-TUT BRIGADE”

The rustling of dead dried copper leaves, tumbling in spirals

Round and around the cold blow dries. The rooks, the crows, they call for the fall

Green is going, fungi are slowing. Round and around the winds still blow

Leaves pile up in playground corners for pitter-patter feet. It’s upon us, that time of year again

Dark, black hoodies, snug leather gloves, Nike air velocity

The silence of violence

The wee team are coming

“NO VEHICLES ALLOWED ON THE DANCEFLOOR”

New morning and a brew is storming. Nouveau Sirocco and joys of riding

The wee team are coming

Flattened castle for the band. Shoeless. Placeless. Nameless.

The end of a French gentle westerly with traces of apprehension, all too quiet to mention

beyond physick kids, sponsorship sinking

No new deal. Run, while you still can

For the wee team are coming

“PLEASE FEEL FREE TO WALK ON OUR WORLD BUT FIRST REMOVE YOUR SHOES”

GoddamFuckinSchmuckinShiteyweefuckinuselesspointlessgeistlyweevacuousgreasygobbledaffectedego-beatengreetinweesoorfacedingratiousill-manneredshiteincretin-facedsoulsuckedhollowedurineretaininmisguidedshoescrapinblurry-eyeddrugfriedcouldadiednatureignorindenysnorinapocalypticlovinjunkfoodshovinplasticlovinbawbagscratchinweedhatchinweeshite.

The wee team are coming

“NO BALL GAMES ALLOWED”

A charm offensive by the demonsterbators. Piles of smiles, killer smiles with a lizard’s haircut, styled and bought from an uninvolved evolutionary

Spit on their windows, unwind their pain, with everything to lose and nothing to gain

“PLEASE KEEP THE GATE SHUT AT ALL TIMES (POLITE NOTICE”

Do you pay attention to the feathers that fell out of the sky?

From grounded hungry raptors, they used to fly sky high

Everyone’s a cunt till they prove otherwise

On a night the fat sheep gorged in order to get high and laughed and laughed at the silent wolf, staring at the lies

Plastic, fantastic

Cloning soundbites from earshot around

Someday they shall bleat to the nerviosa beat of their skittle, scuttle feet

The wee team are coming

“UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES SHALL RUNNING BE TOLERATED”

There was a naughty boy and a naughty boy was he, he ran away to Scotland for a people to a see

No matter how much you hate us, wee won’t hate you

We all go round the prickly pear, hoods at an empty

Hollowed stare

The wee team are coming

“DO NOT SEEK THE TREASURE”

Please excuse these disorganised thoughts

Fear of a plastic planet

The lies of the skies

You’ve been watched from an early age

All dead eyes on you, you’ve only got one shoe

Lick the world and listen very carefully

Once in the morning and once in the evening

Spoon-fed ideas

The wee team are coming

“BEWARE OF THE PIPE DO NOT TRIP”

Gie’s TCP

Ah’ve gone n’ grazed ma knee

It’s been rainin’ n’ ah cannae see

Ah looked at the sun n’ slipped on ma arse

Bein’ wee is such a farce

“PLEASE KEEP MOUTH SHUT AT ALL TIMES”

Your Georgian facades…………………………………………………………………………………..nothing.

Your spatial awareness………………………………………………………………………………….nothing.

Your pencil-thin cigars…………………………………………………………………………………..nothing.

Your petrol-hungry 4×4’s……………………………………………………………………………….nothing.

Your stainless settee………………………………………………………………………………………nothing.

Your meticulously polished brasses…………………………………………………………………nothing.

Your chilled Pinot Grigio………………………………………………………………………………..nothing.

Your neatly trimmed hedges…………………………………………………………………………..nothing.

Your adherence to signs…………………………………………………………………………………nothing.

Your derogatory barmaid advances…………………………………………………………………nothing.

Your Tesco clubcards…………………………………………………………………………………….nothing.

Your Nigella Lawson wank fantasies……………………………………………………………….nothing.

Your Alessi fly swatter……………………………………………………………………………………nothing.

Your tightly strapped bicycle helmet……………………………………………………………….nothing.

Your blue flower printed toilet roll………………………………………………………………….nothing.

Your Gore-tex rucksack………………………………………………………………………………….nothing.

Your polystyrene bag o’ Labrador excrement……………………………………………………nothing.

Your £2.37 tub of stuffed olives………………………………………………………………………nothing.

Your stop-stop starting at every kerb……………………………………………………………….nothing.

Your footpath guided woodland walks on Sunday’s……………………………………………nothing.

Your birdie 3 on the 19th at Murrayfield……………………………………………………………nothing.

The wee team are coming

“PLEASE DO NOT SIT ON THE LAYERS”

Someday a real rain is gonna come

and wash all the scum off the streets

Someday a real wind is gonna blow

and discredit your designs to nature’s flow

Someday a real inferno is gonna burn

melting this plastic town down into the ground

silently, without sound

You shall know, yes you shall know

for the wee team are coming

the wee team are coming

the wee team are coming

the wee team are coming

BARRY McLAREN

Randan Discotheque “Heather the Weather/The Duke & His Orderly” Single Launch

November 7th, 2010 § 0 comments § permalink

We have a new single coming out, “Heather the Weather/The Duke & His Orderly” released on 06/12/10 on 7″ vinyl and digital download (from The Bonjour Branch) We are having a launch night on Saturday 4th December at The Wee Red Bar from 7pm. Its £2 in, and the first 50 people there get a free copy of the single.

You can listen to the 2 tracks and pre-order the vinyl from our bandcamp site…..there is also a video for “Heather the Weather” by Rachel Maclean coming soon…..hope you can make it to the launch

The Pope in Bruntsfield

September 16th, 2010 § 2 comments § permalink

Well, there I was, off to buy some lovely rosemary ham for lunch, and the Pope drove by. It was quiet, with a lack of waving. One day, people will look back and say “this is the hallowed spot where the Holy Father drove by Falko Konditormeister in a small car with a tartan scarf on”.

German man, German car, German bakery

The crowd found it hard to contain its excitement.

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