Rocking out in the Old Oak tonight with Malcolm Urquhart . Dubious poem while I wait…

The Old Oak

The gig starts at 11

I was told 8

Now I wait

Murphys on hand

by 1am the alcohol is grand

to drive.

On a high stool which wobbles

The time stands still

but the drink is cold

and I'm looking cool

The guys all look tough

or square

or foreign

no dreads

no colour

no crazy heads

It's all as usual

for a gig in the pub

A bit of a smell

and the floor needs a scrub

You can see the Wedding thank you letter here.

Saturday night in the DEAF festival with the Quiet Music Ensemble

It was a fantastic 5hr sound installation in Dublin for the DEAF festival. On the night when the walls between the worlds are said to be thin, we performed pieces by Lucier, Karen Power, Applebaum and David Toop and more…

One of the ‘extra’ pieces I was happily roped into, I sat on the stage holding a tin bucket. Next to me sits  bass player Dan who proceeds to pour, drip by drip, water from a bottle into my bucket. I hold the bucket over the microphone and the drips ring out.
For ten minutes…
It starts off…hmm this is really quite sensual yeah….3 seconds on…hmm this is getting heavy, wierd, etc….on and on to torture.
Then when the water inadvertently poured out in a piss like stream..it really ‘was’ Dan pissing into a bucket that I was holding…in front of an audience… twice
hee heee. I did laugh.
The audience were loving it and it was the hit of the 5 hr ‘show’… never mind the incredible gal standing whilst performing powerful impromptu pyrotechniques on the cello…