Lenzez and rODIUM Jam 'fly' live

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So I was back again on the drums recently for rODIUM . I'm still getting into the swing of things with this and I'll probably take a while to get up to a good playing standard but again it was fun. Check the vid...

One Taste!

Tomorrow (Sunday 10th November) I'll be dong a set at the One Taste Festival in the Bedord in Balham. I'm pretty excited about it, there's sqillionsof acts on the day, music, theatre and of course spoken word. My dad played a gig there many years ago and so has my older brother.

Peep the line up:

Talia Randall: 3 mile Radius EP Launch

Tuesday 20th at the Roundhouse is the launch of Talia Randall's debut EP 3 Mile Radius.

I've known Talia now for over 3 years and have worked with her many times from Roundhouse Poetry Collective through to Rubix and also many different shows and also a workshop program we devised together. She's hands down one of my favorite writers out there at the moment, in a league of her own and this summer at Camp Bestival blew me away with one of the best Spoken Word sets I've ever seen, mostly of which, I believe, is the material which will be appearing on the EP.

I know she has spent a long time crafting all the pieces for this EP and she is working with some don musicians in the form of Elian Grey, Jamie and Noemie Ducimetiere, all who are from the banging Emergeing Species record label who are putting the EP out, copies of which will be available on the night. 

Support on the night comes in the from of Sean Mahoney, Rob Auton, Kaite Bonna and myself, and I'll probably be drawing for some of my music related stuff, I'm looking foreword to it!

You can get you're self a ticket HERE  for a mere £5, I believe all the early bird £3 squid tickets are sold out. Reach if you can, it should be a banger!

The Purest of Pride

It's a war cry

that make the hairs on the end of my neck

stand to attention.

The purest of pride.

A misunderstood force of nature,

sensationalized it summons fear in the uninitiated,

An unrivaled passion passed through generations,

stood shoulder to shoulder,

the undiluted liquid of the Thames,

refusing to be watered down on prescription for the masses,

via oligarchs, Sheiks and American sports magnates.

A whole city pulsates in the passion it generates,

enough to wake the distant memories of docks and ships,

from which it came.

Bricked over by the demands for luxury living,

which forgets as fast as it's built.

But this war cry will never die.

It is the undisputed king of the urban jungle.

For it is the Lions roar

of SE16.