Tuesday, 22 November 2011

Novemeber Gigs

So here's where I've been recently, or will be shortley...


November 2011

Saturday 26th
Music Is Remedy at Hoxton Street Markit
Hoxton London

Thursday 24th
Rubix Collective at Bang Said The Gun
https://www.facebook.com/events/182903825130241/

Thursday 24th
Spoken Stories Showcase with open mike
Battersea Arts Centre London

Wednesday 23rd
Spoken Stories Showcase with open mike
Lyric Hammersmith Theatre London
https://www.facebook.com/events/274723125898503/

Friday 18th November
Rubix In The Hub
Roundhouse London
http://www.roundhouse.org.uk/whats-on/productions/rubix-in-the-hub

October 2011

29th October
White Night: New Writing South Brighton
http://www.whitenightnuitblanche.com/brighton/events/flash-utopia/

22nd October - 23rd
The Great Escape (A Borrowers Tale)
At The Chats Palace
http://www.chatspalace.co.uk/thegreatescape/


17th October
On The Spot: Improvised Poetry Battle
Tristan Bates Theatre
http://www.tristanbatestheatre.co.uk/


3rd October
So Chilled
Soho Theatre
https://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=123086791063876

Tuesday, 25 October 2011

White Night

'Ello

On Saturday 29th October, I will be performing in Brighton as part of the WHITE NIGHT festival. Looking at the schedule, it looks like there is something happening all over town so could be worth checking out. I will be performing at the offices of New Writing South between 7pm and 4 am. The night is curated by all round spoken word dona and fellow RUBIX member Dean Atta, as well as well as SEAN MAHONEY and FEMI MARTIN












Monday, 24 October 2011

My Town

Hey


This is a piece I've performing regularly for the last 18 months now, and I've finally got a video put up for it,. Filmed by a good friend of mine, Steve J Todd, it was in aid of How It Ended Productions's trip to Edinburgh for there show Waterproof of June 6th 2011





Sunday, 9 October 2011

Cheeky Haiku's

Hello!

This week, as part of of another arm in the expanding empire of Rubix  Deanna Rodger Sean Mahoney and I performed at a conference on sustainable transport, held at The Barbican. It was a lot of fun, and as part of it we wrote a load of haiku's which were printed on the back of cards made to look like traiin tickets, which were pretty sick.

I'd never had a go at haiku's before and really enjoyed it. here's a few that I wrote plus some extra!

I can't stand the smell
Cars emitting at junctions
Trains don't smell like that

One can't see London
In all it's magnificence
Whilst dark, underground

Blood flows at high tide
I have never felt so good
Pounding the pavements

My blood circulates
Endorphins make me feel good
The more I pedal

Wind brushes my face
Rain paints a picture of grey
Either way I see

The Air that I breathe
Is tainted with exhaust fumes
Why add fuel to fire

Drive autopilot
Bypassing the scenery
Never see God's art

Apart from getting splashed
By drivers with no conscience
cycling is alright

Petrol will run out
The inner tube on a bike
can be inflated

Train conversations
whether you like them or not
inform opinions

Travelling by train
You can drink a cup of tea
what more do you want?

She gets on my train
at the same stop every day
always looking nice

EXTRA'S

Secondary School
I learnt to break into cars
With a coat-hanger

Secondary School
I learnt that central locking
made that redundant

Secondary School
I learnt that I was a wimp
Who had a conscience 













Bright Lights In The Shaddow

 Bright Lights In The Shadow

The immortal orange glow swallows stars.
Nearby farms sit underneath the flight path surrounded by motorway.
Paradox's of tranquillity tucked behind B roads,
where rows of 3 and 4 bed detached house's fetch value,
like the trained through bred well fed dogs seen on the alleyways and bridleways
fetching castaway branches,
to the arms of masters who make money in the city
and home in the shadow,
where the orange glow of the airport provides employment,
for those unwilling to brave the cattle of the packed commuter trains,
to the trades of the city.
Baggage handlers boss the pubs
and commandeer the pool tables.
Stewards hold court on the dance floors of bars
who try hard to attain the status of it's bigger city cousins.
Kids compete with eager fists to be the biggest fish in the garden pond
unaware there is a whole world out there beyond the orange glow,
and the shadow that hangs from the city.
Distinguishing province from capitol.