Wednesday, 29 February 2012

Oh go on then... a poem

Weird picture I took the other night. I'm big on reflections at the moment.


So there have been some murmurings about poetry here and elsewhere. Have I given up on poetry altogether (answer - about once a week... no maybe once a day...)? Will I be putting together another book of poems (I'm thinking about it at the moment actually... maybe a pamphlet... I have a title anyway...). Have I stopped putting poetry on the blog (proper poets don't post online anyway you know... bah!)? Oh the joy it would be to have Faber & Faber publish my every word and not need to have these concerns... but it's not looking likely for now so in the meantime here is the first poem of mine on here for a while. It's one I wrote last year for a project that pretty much came to nothing and so far only a couple of people have read it. See what you think.



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Saturday, 25 February 2012

So what was that you were saying about my hair..?


Some talk this week of the redheads... well, in the last post anyway... and that made me want to show you this (the picture above). It comes from a new Pixar “animated picture” (er, long cartoon) that's called “Brave” and that we'd not heard about until we were at "The Muppets" last week and saw the trailer (still singing that Muppet song, are you? I know I am...). "Brave" will be at the cinemas later this year and I'll be interested to see how it does here as it's set in Scotland and features a whole lotta tartan. Will Alex Salmond be at the premiere, for example? Will there be "Brave" merchandise in every petrol station and fast food outlet in the country? Will anyone in England watch it..?

We'd probably be more excited about it if the trailer at the cinema hadn't already shown us the whole film (feisty heroine, Billy Connolly does the King, it looked a lot like a Scottish version of the recent "How to Train Your Dragon" that DreamWorks had a few years ago...). But we will see it partly because, as you can see, the heroine has the kind of hair I spend a lot of time, these days, picking off the floor. Here's our in-house heroine posing for a photo for a school World Book Day competition (her hair, I should point out, was not brushed, or in any way prepared for photography, before the shoot...). The setting was her idea.




I did think this week about writing a redhead poem... it is something I think about often as I look at that pretty head. The nearest I've got so far is this one about squirrels... it is about humans too, in part, of course.

And finally, this Tuesday 28th the guests at the folk club in Montrose are Patsy Matheson and Becky Mills (formerly of Waking the Witch). Matheson is fairly red of head too... so it's a good excuse to play a clip of their music. This one is “Spring Song” - it seemed apt as the weather here has been glorious of late:



Thursday, 23 February 2012

Boozing and the work of a lifetime


Just to show it isn't all fun and muppets here... yesterday, whilst doing my chores, I listened to a radio play about a pair of alcoholics by Scottish writer A.L.Kennedy. Kennedy must write about alcoholism a fair bit because I read her book "Paradise" (2004) a few years back and that was its subject matter too (it's reviewed by Ali Smith here). I didn't enjoy "Paradise" much... but then I guess I wasn't really meant to (it's fairly grim). I got a bit fed up with all the drinking because whilst I've done my share of drinking (and beyond) I don't think I've ever been anything remotely like an alcoholic. I have, however, encountered a few and my goodness they are usually enough to put a person off drinking forever (how boring! how predictable! I worked in a real "alky's pub" back in my youth, it was revolting...). That doesn't sound very kind, does it... so for balance I will add that there are other ways of being boring and predictable (and indeed revolting) and I'm sure I've been guilty of some of those myself over the years... at least now and then. Also we went to an A.A. picnic in California last year (here) and I was pleased to learn that recovering alcoholics can be some of the least boring and predictable people on the planet - what a great party, that was...

Anyway, the radio play ("That I should rise") is on the i-player for two more days (here). It's an hour long, not bad and features some good performances from actors Tim McInnerny and Harriet Walter. My favourite bit of the whole thing though was Kennedy's introduction. In it she says (in that inimitable A.L.Kennedy I-dare-you-not-to-take-me-seriously way):

"I wanted to look here at the opposite of ruin, at how someone might save themselves or be saved. I wanted to look at how any of us might realise that living in the moment and loving those we need to love as well as we can is pretty much all that's important; the work of a lifetime and all that's important."


Then came her less appealing side (see comments...).

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Monday, 20 February 2012

Blatant muppetry


Well, nothing much to tell you right now... school holidays... all the usual stuff... did even write a poem the other day... can't show it to you... lucky escape...

Anyway, we did see the new Muppets movie yesterday (h was SO keen to see it... she loves movies... loves Muppets... and yes, I do give Muppets a capital letter and I rarely give it to other more conventionally "important" words... ). The Muppets always get big showbiz names to appear alongside them and in this movie some of the cameos were... OK but there was one surprise one that we really enjoyed. It's in the clip below so if you want a surprise at the cinema then don't watch this:




And don't watch this either. It features the same actor and the bonus treat of my favourite regular guest on this well-known comedy show:





Hell, if I had to have a crazy-for-Jesus, Texan Mom then I'd happily take Laurie Metcalf. I've loved her since "Roseanne". Oh go on... here's a little bit of that too:




Next week something sensible. Maybe.

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Sunday, 12 February 2012

Music, music, music...

Montrose beach, end of January this year


I've been on a wander around music lately. I started listening to some Unthanks after hearing them on the BBC Radio 2 Folk Awards (I already have their first 3 albums but I haven't listened to them much lately). They performed this song at the awards ceremony, about a pigeon... by Dave Sudbury):





One of the comments on youtube said the Unthanks stole the Awards show this year with this performance (though they didn't win anything this time) and although I only listened on radio I'd have to agree. There's been lots of argy-bargy about the folk awards this year... which makes a change from argy-bargy about poetry I suppose... and I suppose there probably always will be trouble about awards and prizes in the arts. In so many ways they are all a certain amount of nonsense (of course x isn't this year's "best" singer... just as of course y didn't write this year's "best" poem or book of poems) but at the same time we do all hear about a lot of good music and other arts via the prize systems. I often hear about new music (new to me anyway) via music prizes like the Mercury... maybe I wish I didn't but at this stage of life I just do (though I hear of quite a lot via blogs and radio and facebook as well of course).

Speaking of which I saw on their website that the Unthanks had recently done an album of songs by 2005 Mercury winner Antony & the Johnsons and Robert Wyatt (called Diversions Vol 1) so I went off to one of the free places to give that a try. After a few songs I realised that I'd never really listened to Antony & the Johnsons properly (just not been in the right mood at the right time before) so off I went to listen to him... and ended up spending all my birthday money/vouchers on A&tJ albums. Here's a song from one of the albums I bought (the 2010 album “Swanlights”) called “Thank-you for your love”. It is perhaps an atypically bouncey and cheery song for this artist but it is you-know-what day this week (clue:hearts and flowers):





Also this week former Unthanks pianowoman/songwriter Belinda O'Hooley has a new album out with her O'Hooley & Tidow duo project. I love the music these two make (their first album “Silent June” is one of my favourites of recent years) and the new album is called “the Fragile” (you can find details on their website). The only song from the new album I can find to show you is this one:




I've ordered my copy of “The Fragile” and am very much looking forward to hearing the whole thing. O'Hooley and Tidow are on tour just now too... though sadly nowhere near here.

And then later in the week we listened to some Guns'n'Roses* (ugh), some Thin Lizzy ('ray!), some Janis Joplin, some James Brown... it's been a noisy week.


*I should have made this clear to begin with... we were listening to this band because we have been watching the US comedy series "The Middle" and the eldest son in that is called Axl (after Axl Rose of G'n'R) and so h wanted to hear what they sounded like. She wasn't hugely impressed. Luckily they appeared long after my heavy rock phase (approx 1980-1984) so I missed them altogether first time round. Phew!

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Thursday, 9 February 2012

Quick protest link


Just a quickie (after that last long post what else could it be?). Former Chumbawamba band member Alice Nutter had a play called "My Generation" on BBC Radio 3 on Sunday. It's about politics and protest (and ordinary lives in Leeds) and I listened to it today. If you've got two hours to give over to listening, I'd recommend you give it a try too. It's on the i-player (here) till Sunday late evening. Plenty of swearing but only where appropriate, I assure you.

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Tuesday, 7 February 2012

More about laughter - from Langston Hughes to Stewart Lee



In the last post I wrote about Langston Hughes' short novel “Not Without Laughter” (1930). The quote in the book's title turns up in my copy on page 180. The narrator, Sandy, has taken to visiting a local pool hall (against the wishes of his serious aunt) and he likes to watch and listen to the old men who frequent the place:

"Then, often, arguments would begin – boastings, proving and fending; or telling of exploits with guns, knives, and razors, with cops and detectives, with evil women and wicked men; out-bragging and out-lying one another, all talking at once. Sometimes they would create a racket that could be heard for blocks. To the uninitiated it would seem that a fight was imminent. But underneath, all was good-natured and friendly – and through and above everything went laughter. No matter how belligerent or lewd their talk was, or how sordid the tales they told – of dangerous pleasures and strange perversities – these black men laughed. That must be the reason, thought Sandy, why poverty-stricken old Negroes like Uncle Dan Givens lived so long – because to them, no matter how hard life might be, it was not without laughter."

I guess, these days, you could pull that paragraph to pieces if you felt so inclined (clichés of poor people laughing through all their suffering etc.) but I'd really rather not. It was written nearly a hundred years ago and it is a great book. Plus we all know what he was talking about – the human spirit, the urge to find enjoyment and good humour whatever our circumstances, the simple, straightforward desire to laugh and feel good. Also how attractive laughter is – how we are drawn towards it, how we want to be part of it so often, how we look for it, work for it and, these days more and more, pay for it.

After finishing “Not Without Laughter” I read a very different book, but one that is also about, if you like, the business of laughter from a different viewpoint (and written in a different era). That book was “How I Escaped My certain Fate – the Life and Deaths of a Stand-up Comedian” by Stewart Lee (2010). Its various covers are above.

Some of you will know comedian Stewart Lee... and some of you won't. He's been around on the comedy circuit (in the UK and beyond) since about 1990, he's been on the radio, he's also had a few TV shows (though nothing especially mainstream), he turns up writing in “The Guardian” a lot these days...and he was one of the writers behind that “Jerry Springer – The Opera” business (which you might have heard of... I've not seen it... but then I've never watched Jerry Springer either come to that... or much opera...).

I am interested in comedy, generally speaking, though so I don't really know how my life has managed to remain so Lee-free up to this point (because it has). It might be partly to do with that one year (somewhere around 1989/90) when I was the cabaret/comedy reviewer for a West Yorkshire what's on magazine and I went to see so many comedians that I was quite put off them for the next few years or so. Instead I just made do with my friends and nearest and dearest – if you pick them carefully they can be much funnier than the “professionals”, I think... plus you don't have to hear just the same routines over and over again (well, on the good nights). It might also be that my TV watching has been fairly erratic – there have been years here and there when I've had no TV at all and other times when I've only watched what feels like one genre, or even one show, for whole years at a time. Plus there was those ten years when I hardly left nightclubs...

Lee is an Edinburgh Festival regular too but I haven't even seen him there because I've only ever seen one Edinburgh fringe show in my life (and that was a poet...). I think now maybe I would like to go to Edinburgh Festival some time – see lots of totally-unsuitable-for-children shows, stay up late, drink with abandon... but I don't see that happening for at least another couple of years. And by then all the comics will seem really young! I may even have got to the stage where younger people feel the urge to stop me in venues and tell me how nice it is to see someone of my age still “getting out and about” (that did once happen to a friend of mine in a nightclub... she was in her early 30s...). So on second thoughts, maybe it doesn't sound so great. Plus it'll cost a fortune (have you ever stayed in Edinburgh at festival time.. crazily expensive).

Anyway... for all these (and, no doubt, many other) reasons I've only really come to know Lee's comedy over the past year or so via youtube clips (they're free, you don't have to leave the house, they don't go on too long... comedy in a cheap, little box, it's perfect). I have laughed (probably many times) at Lee's Harry Potter feature (available here... along with many other good clips about Top Gear, tabloid journalists, “Braveheart” etc. etc.) and although I might call myself a minor fan I'm still not sure I like him enough to go and see a live show (though he's on in Aberdeen in May and I'm thinking about it).

So the book? What about the book?

Well, I laughed... repeatedly... and I'd recommend it... unless you hate the very idea of Stewart Lee (and quite a lot of people do, judging by all comments online related to him and his work - there is a selection of them on his own website... presuming they are real ones...). Things you need to know:

A lot of the book is transcripts of Lee's live shows (“Stand-Up Comedian”, “ '90s Comedian” and “41st Best Stand-Up Ever”). These bits are OK most of the time... and very good in places. Non-fans say his shows are just “not funny”, “not enough jokes” and so on... but that is part of his style (it is a very rambly delivery... much more Dave Allen than... well, Dave Allen really... kind of Rick from “The Young Ones” doing Dave Allen maybe..). And it's quite challenging stuff throughout – he is trying to be different/awkward/tricky (and he is). And sometimes he is just boring.

A lot of the rest of the book is very long notes related to parts of these live shows (explanations, background material and so on). Some of these bits are very entertaining... again rambly for sure but sometimes rambling just is the best way to talk about something. There's quite a lot about word choice in his routines, for example, which will either tickle your fancy or untickle your... (what shall I choose) teapot? And so on. A lot of his point with this book really is to let us know what it has been like to stay an alternative comedian (when many others from that genre crossed over to mainstream long ago). Lee has never really taken the panel shows/big bucks road that so many other comics have opted for (though he has hopped onto it now and again) and so this account is made partly, I'm sure, to provide contrast to all those other comics' books (the thick, cheerily-titled tomes that appear around Xmas time every year... and then in charity shops a couple of months later...). This, in comparison, is quite a dirty, grotty book at times. It can be annoying, repetitive, whingey, small-minded (or small-worlded perhaps)... but then at other times it is absolutely joyful and piercingly spot-on and just really funny. I liked it overall.

Lee gives a lot of detail about the early days of alternative comedy, the comedy business from the 1990s till now and other comics (past and present). Sometimes I was surprised by the well-known comics he doesn't lay into (somehow I expected him to hate Ricky Gervais but he doesn't – has only good things to say about him). And then other times I was surprised by the ones who did get a knife somewhere painful (Alan Davies – I never knew he'd done anything to upset anyone... but then I don't read tabloids...). He even has a go or two at radio DJ Stuart Maconie... and I never knew Maconie had haters (I'm so naïve.. but then I never read the “NME” either...). Comics who get the most aggro (and I might have got some of these wrong... apologies if so..) include cuddly Peter Kay, Ben “We will rock you” Elton (Lee really didn't like that musical... again I've not seen it... why would I?), Jack Dee, Russell Brand and there are quite a few digs at Eddie Izzard too (“ 'I'll improvise like Eddie Izzard... pretends to do' “... and there's a hooray from me for that one). Successful/mainstream comics who he seems to think are OK include Harry Hill, Jimmy Carr, Mighty Boosh, Johnny Vegas (the latter I've hardly ever seen but Lee makes such a longwinded plea for his canonisation that I feel I must put this right at some point...). And some I really couldn't tell what he thought of them (like Frank Skinner). Sometimes it is hard to know when he's taking the piss and when he isn't... I don't suppose it really matters. It's only one opinion...

And in fact you can't always be sure how straight Lee is being with us (the readers) about anything anyway. He makes quite a lot of stuff up (about the history of comedy, about other acts...). He also repeatedly tells you how the Lee you see on stage (and in the book) is a persona... but then there are twists to that too – “here... I am sort of in character as a smug, stuck-up, politically correct, holier than thou leftie, a character I have researched so fully I often feel obliged actually to behave like it in my own spare time, sometimes for years on end”. Basically it's just not a one-way-street kind of a book and there are a lot of lines like this one “Having sat in on the edits of three live DVDs and a TV series, I have nothing but sympathy, generally, for people who find my work intolerable.” Yes. And no. And then yes again. Nothing's easy and you have to keep your brain switched on whilst reading (easy for all you clever poetry types, no?).

Does he sometimes get a bit grand in his ambitions for stand-up comedy? Yes. Is it sometimes a bit cringey (the whole New Mexico bit)? Yes. But is it understandable? Well, yes... because comedy does get pushed aside (it's not real art, not to be taken seriously and so on). And aren't such accusations usually uttered by folk whose art just can't reach the kind of audiences that comedy (and say, popular music, TV drama and movies) can? Yes (damn those popular artforms). Plus comedy is hard (much harder than, say, abstract painting...). Well, it was "Official Worldwide Say Something Controversial" week recently, wasn't it?

Unlike a lot of his vintage of alternative comics Lee went to Oxford University and he makes interesting reference to this (well, it's interesting to me anyway... but then he's about my age... and has been about the same disappointment to his longsuffering mother... so there is some common ground in this area... oh, why didn't we choose Manchester and not get their hopes up so much..?). If I were to live over again I would teach myself one thing – don't peak too soon...

There is much talk of performers you might not have heard of – some of them are Lee's influences (like Ted Chippington, Greg Fleet... there's a film about Lee meeting Chippington here... presuming they're not just making him up too) and others are people he has worked with and obviously has much admiration for (Richard Herring, Simon Munnery, Daniel Kitson, Josie Long*). You do get the feeling that he wants all of these performers to get more recognition than they do but knows they probably won't (well, maybe Long will – I seem to have seen her on TV now and again of late). But overall our comedy scene makes big names via TV and big, much-viewed TV at that... and most of these people are not mainstream TV artists... some out of choice, some because of their material, some... just because it hasn't worked out that way, I suppose (I'd have quite liked to have the Nobel Prize for Literature by now myself but it's not looking good either). Lee just says of TV that it is “insane” and I should think that's probably about right. He also raves about Jerry Sadowitz (as people do) but I saw him once in Leeds and can't tell you much other than I got bored of the incest jokes (and how often can you say that?).

Lee calls poet John Hegley his “teenage comedy hero” and there is a good little section about Hegley's advice (“you only need a few thousand fans. And if they all give you ten pounds a year, you're away”.)

He writes quite a lot about that “The Aristocrats” movie (the one where they all tell the same joke). I just couldn't get through it (the movie). Maybe it works if you're in the business.

He really doesn't like sport or sports fans. Meh. I have one sportsfan I like especially so I have learned not to be so small-minded in this area.

There is good stuff about how people routinely mix up political correctness with health & safety legislation. But then, as the Daily Mail has recently recognised, right wing people are thick. Either that or they are quite the opposite and the whole Daily Mail thing is a trap to show up their opposition as smug, know-it-alls... Well, we knew that too.

There's quite a lot of talk about music in the book... and none of it anything that I like very much (The bloody Fall - always the Fall...) but I still found it interesting. I guess that makes me a fan (of Lee, not the Fall... not yet... but there's always time...).

Although Lee tries to stress that this book is not about him (“you will notice there is precious little personal information in this book”) of course this isn't really the case - there is plenty about his life and how he has spent his years if you're a person who's interested in such things. There's stuff about being adopted (it's wrapped up in theories about comedy and language but it's still there) and scraps about family and illness and so on. I really liked all these bits (my favourite section is probably the trip to his Mum's house... I love all that “but how can you be famous if I've not heard of you” stuff... though that is not an actual quote... ). Lee won't like this maybe (it's about the work not the person, I know, I know...) but you can't actually tell people how to react to you or your work no matter how clever you are. Plus maybe I am just a bit of a clichéd girl in this regard and more interested in people's lives than in theories of comedy (or the Fall). Certainly academia suited me like a knighthood would suit Stewart Lee. Maybe I should just get a subscription to “Heat” magazine and be done with it (“irony”... I think).

There is quite a lot of material in this book that could shock some readers, I suppose (many holy cows dragged in and milked... is that possible..?)... what with the Jesus references, poo references, “Scotch” jokes, 9/11, even Princess Di pops in at one point (“I don't really believe that there's such a thing as dated subject material, or clichéd subject material. There are only dated and clichéd approaches, and even some of them are still funny”). But none of it is used lightly or without giant amounts of consideration. And I would refer you to the quote from the Hughes book at the top of this post as a kind of guide (“belligerent” is OK, “lewd” is OK... as long as under it all you feel that the comic is “good-natured and friendly”)... by which I mean that I suppose it comes down to personal taste (and taste in people). I'm not saying I'd ever want to hang around for Lee's autograph or anything but he does seem, to me, like an OK guy... like a writer and performer who really is more interested in ideas than money, who wants to do something with the medium, not just regurgitate the same old stuff, or take the easy routes. And he is clever – painfully so at times – and probably usually right (but then I agree with him a lot so I would say that).

Or maybe I'm wrong and he's just a wanker and it's all an elaborate con trick and I have just been played like the sucker I am. It's possible. Take this from Lee's book:

“Audiences, in my experience, are like cats. They don't respect you if you seem too desperate for their affection, but disguise your desperate need for their love as a kind of bored indifference, and soon they will be eating out of your hand.”

Well, whichever... I really enjoyed the book (and what else can you ask?). You can buy a copy via his website here, if you like (the website itself is worth a look too).

*Yes, not many women mentioned in this article (or indeed in the book). Miranda Hart sneaks in, as does Lee's wife Bridget Christie but there aren't many others... so once again we come to the (eternal) question of why comedy (stand-up especially) is so dominated by male performers. My theory is simple – I just think that not many funny women (and of course they exist... sometimes in the unlikeliest places...) like the idea of repeating themselves over and over and over (ad nauseum) and stand-up does largely require that. There are women who want to repeat themselves (hell, we all know some of them) but they are the BORING women, the ones we all run to avoid when we see them coming down the street (over the playground, to the front door). We wouldn't pay to go and listen to them! And yet men somehow manage to turn being boring and repetitive into an artform**. We could learn from that sisters, we really could.

**But is it an artform (haven't we already covered this)? Here is one of Lee's favourite performers on a related question:



For me, I think maybe the whole idea that stand-up comedy has developed into a separate genre (and one we expect so much of) is a bit weird. It's such a pressure to be funny on stage all night (and that's why the likes of Lee really refuse to do that and spend a lot of each night not being particularly funny at all... and I've an old poem about comedy performing here). It's a pressure on the audience too (we must be amused and only amused ALL NIGHT LONG) and it's not natural (no matter how drunk you are... in fact especially if you're drunk... drunks are only happy briefly, on the whole). Maybe that's why I don't go to comedy gigs any more ... because it's just not right. More controversy... and now my eyes hurt. This post wasn't meant to be this long!

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