rage 2008.

The quality is terrible but you get the idea.

OH MY GOD. I have never felt so much excitement in a crowd. The anticipation. The heat. We were so ready for it you could feel it in the air. Mental. Amazing amazing amazing. 

Getting excited for the Foos in December. FUCK CHA.

streetwise opera.

i discovered this project at latitude festival this weekend, a nice surprise viewing while my friend and i waited for the london contemporary orchestra in the film and music arena. 

streetwise opera weekly workshop programme which brings together a collection of film makers, producers and performers, who all have experienced homelessness. the artists work together to create professional pieces and also to develop the skills, confidence and creativity of all those who attend and organise the gatherings. 

their most recent works is a collection of four short opera films, each based around a famous fable. the pieces work brilliantly alone, but when watched in succession, it really accentuates their differences and therefore indicates the intricacies of creative processes that led to the finished result, and just how delicately appropriate each detail of the performance is. 

http://www.streetwiseopera.org/fables/

cocknbullkid.

caught this act at latitude this weekend. anita blay gave a really gorgeous performance. i'd never heard any of her music before but i still danced like a loon and loved every minute. i particularly love this song, as i feel it rings pretty clear with where my boyfriend and i are at the moment. we drift between intense sadness and emptiness at not being together whilst still holding on to the wisdom we have gained in knowing that the only reason we are sad and empty is because we remember what it was like to be happy and full.

this is an obvious choice for a single from the album ('adulthood') , but everything she played was beautifully true, fun and glamorous (can noise be glamorous?).

sounds of now: may '11

just one.

if i had just one summer with you.

give me just the time, the money, the weather to sew my dreams together and i'd make it all ours.

patchwork collaborations of memories, longings, hopes, aspirations and we'd live it all out together.

bicycle rides through green local villages straight from childhood memories, and we'll giggle at pub names.

long sunday mornings with no-where to go but maybe the corner shop to buy eggs for breakfast.

i'll dress up for you, you'll take me out, hold my hand, take me no further than that bar we always walked past but never went in: it's a glamorous paradise right outside my front door when i'm with you.

we'll dance in my bedroom, in our lounge room, in bars, in streets, in fields.

we'll lay on the grass and watch all the families and friends being together at festivals.

we'll stay up late, intoxicated, elated, watching our favourite bands together or discovering new music.

we'll beg for the sun to stay down just so we can lay together that little bit longer.

i'll throw parties and show you off, show us off, laugh and talk well into the night.

we'll watch the new harry potter movie together.

we'll see each other's bare legs and arms in public as we squint through rays of sunshine.





if i had just one summer with you, i'd never let you forget.