This Saturday I got to sit in the main hall at the Attenborough Arts Centre and play and make sounds among the exhibition pieces in preparation for the Performing Industry show. I felt quite lucky and privileged to have the opportunity.
Messing around with a knackered Sony Walkman and a car boot sale Fuji cassette.
I always feel like I’ve discovered something with Hannah’s work and it’s often something about myself or about ourselves.
…doing gigs and doing Myspace and doing this.
A dream horse.
I used to be in a band. Last month the drummer of that band, a Mr James Disney, died. He was only 40. Together we enjoyed those special moments of intensity that come from playing music you only understand if you’re in a band playing music. We did a record which everyone who was involved with still feels very proud of to this day. As a tribute to him, we’ve made the record available to download for free on Bandcamp with the wish that the £5 you’d normally pay you give to charity instead.
The Jim Disney.
Jim ‘Jimothy’ Disney.
Jim ‘Binman-come-Wino’ Disney.
Jim ‘If I was related to Walt Disney, do you think I’d be sitting in your shithole of a studio’ Disney.
Jim ‘ We’d pissed off the top of the Holiday Inn car park as a sign of youthful defiance’ Disney.
Sweaty hugs in the back of pubs, bearded kisses. Lock ins and flaming sambucas.
Transcending everyday life beating skins and hitting strings, moving molecules of air and creating something indescribably life affirming and wondrous and magical twice a week for 2 and half hours at a time. Unless you were outstaying your visa in a foreign country, shifting road machinery across the midlands or just sleeping it off.
Regretfully, I am unable to mope about it all at present because I have nothing but fantastic memories of you.
And I always will.