Grow A Pair

Now
You can be
A good bloke
Honest
And trustworthy
Whilst
Still owning 
A
Pair
Of 
Bollox

But

If
Someone says 
You're
A nice person
They
May well
Think 
You are a melt
Who
(still)
Cuts
Off the crusts
From
A Sandwich.

They're probably
Just  
Being nice.     

John Berkavitch: The Power of Being Embaressed

In the last year or two I've become a fan of talks. Subscribing to both TEDx and RSA.  There always seems to be someone worth listening too, maybe I'm getting old.

This summer at Camp Bestival, I got to meet the Spoken Word Artist and all round don John Berkavitch. He was a very cool guy and gave me some good words, but he's known for good words. So good in fact, that last year, he did a TED talk about the power of embarrassment. The subject he speaks about is something I encounter a lot, not just in my work with young people, but something I've come across in people (me included) from as far back as I can remember. I think he's hit the nail on the head, this whole loosing face business is'nt worth the energy put in to shut out the embarrassment.

It's well worth a look, and if you like the look of John (how can you not, the geezer is bare foot on stage at a TED talk!), he's performing at One Taste on the 11th of November.

Rubix In The Booth

   

So now that the Rubix: The Red (Click for a listen) is out in the digital supermarket of cyber space, here's a few pictures from the day we went into the EMI Studio at Roundhouse to record...

Rubix Red

Yes, it's here at last!
  
This the album I have featured on as part of Rubix. It's our very first album together, which has come courtesy of Roundhouse Records

As you may have guessed, we all wrote tracks on the theme of Red, and will be slowly working through the colours of the aptly named cube.

Have a look at the trailer, there are links and stuff to buy it if you're interested, hope you enjoy...

CrossRoads

Have a wee listen.

If you like here's a link to the VIDEO

At Least Your Nails Looks Nice

There's
No way in
For now

I'm 
Locked out

It's cold

Until
I see
A light-bulb 
Yellow the air
Through the front door 
I'll sit
In The porch waiting
Measuring sucess
By the length of your arm