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annwfyn: (mood - dandelion thoughts)
Random post of the day, because I was thinking about this. Sometimes I'm moderately snarky about the claims that Scotland is some kind of Utopia and I think I wind up misrepresenting myself as a result.

So, as a spontaneous one off, five things I love about this country. Because Scotland has, overall, been exceptionally kind to me and I do love it here. I just compulsively argue with people when I think they're not quite right. It's a curse. I need help.

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annwfyn: (Nonsense - hedgehog courage)
So, last night was the Glasgow gig as part of the Levellers 25th anniversary tour for Levelling the Land. And Jeremiah and I went. I don’t normally do reviews, but I was filled with thoughts and feelings this morning and so felt the need. As all my reviews are, it is divided into three parts. The good. The bad. And the ugly.

So, without further ado.

The Good:

  • The support acts. Ferocious Dog & Gaz Brookfield were both awesome. Gaz Brookfield is a very warm and witty acoustic singer and songwriter, who did a fantastic job of getting the crowd engaged. Ferocious Dog, it turns out, have Fruitbat from Carter USM as their guitarist, and also an unhinged tattooist as their lead singer who lists Lenin, Scargill, and Marx as his influences on their website, thus indicating a great deal of resilience in the face of an unforgiving political world which probably does help when trying to make a living as a folk rock musician. I accept that my political views are, compared to him, practically Genghis Khan like, and he probably doesn’t want the likes of me appreciating his music, but I really did. And their violinist was flat out incredible.

  • The venue – lovely bouncy dance floor, decent space, small enough to keep the buzz focused, large enough that it was easy to breathe. And it was less than an hour to get home which is a distinct improvement on the last Levellers gig I went to and no mistake.

  • The audio-visual at the beginning. I liked the neat little summary of the world according to the Levellers, from the 1980s to now, and it really put them firmly back on track as protest music, which is something I think they’ve drifted from slightly in recent years. Again, I know I’m definitely way to the right of the average Levellers fan (for I am a fickle bitch and have not kept the faith with my teenage politics) but I really appreciated that they were focusing on that edge to the songs.

  • The music! Of course! They basically played through Levelling the Land entirely, which pretty much doesn’t have a weak song as far as I’m concerned. I danced until my knees gave way and dear gods, I was happy. They remain absolutely reliable – decent vocals, decent instruments. Maybe they are getting old but they are not out for the count just yet. And, unusually, they played Julie! It was their encore song and as that’s the Levellers song which reliably makes me cry this is good. Then the final song was ‘Beautiful Day’ which is my least favourite Levellers song, so meant I could get my coat from the cloakroom before the crowds dispersed.

  • The entire gig made me think. Which is always a good thing. I’ve not yet sorted out my thoughts, especially the coherent rational ones from the ‘I used to be really passionate and idealistic and have all the answers to what made the world good and then I got old and also, I was thin when I believed that stuff, and my hair wasn’t at all grey. If I believed that stuff again, would my hair change colour? Is grey a sign of the evil in my soul’? But I do have thoughts and it was nice to have them.



The Bad:

  • The crowd booed Thatcher. Loudly. They booed Blair. Loudly. They stared in baffled silence when Farage appeared on the screen. This vexed me hugely for reasons I’m still trying to articulate. Probably mostly that I think if you are going to be so politically bloody engaged, then how about engaging with the actual political villainy of the now. This might, however, be me being unreasonable.

  • A slightly odd running order to the gig meant that they basically really front loaded the whole thing. They started with ‘One Way’, and then played through Levelling The Land, which really pushed their good stuff to the start of the gig, while the crowd were clearly getting on a roll. And that then meant their second half was slightly more random which was not bad, exactly, but could have been better.

  • More screens than I would like. I love my mobile as much as the next girl, but there is a time and a place. And if you’re in the middle of the pit at a Levellers gig, that is not the place to stand rock still, hold your phone aloft and mutter between songs about people jumping in the way.

  • The amount of pain I’m in this morning. I don’t want to admit this, but I think I might be getting old. I certainly am not in a place where I can go to a gig, dance all night and go to work in the morning feeling good about the world. Well, maybe mentally about the world. But not physically. I ache!



The Ugly:

  • Here I can only offer advice. If you’re a middle aged punk, I’m glad you’ve kept your individuality and spirit. If you want to go to a gig wearing a kilt – that’s awesome. If you want to take your shirt off then I even support that. But if you’re going to do these things, might I suggest you ensure your kilt is securely fasted to your belt, and that said belt is solidly in the middle of your stomach, before you start jumping around enthusiastically during the songs. Thank you!



Also, Ferocious Dog are playing in Glasgow again in January. I would very much encourage anyone who likes music of the New Model Army/Levellers persuasion to give it a go. Jez and I will definitely be there.

Art

Oct. 20th, 2013 12:14 am
annwfyn: (sally - mucha)
This is totally stolen from Pav ages ago. I put it up on G+ but am now putti g it here for posterity.

He posted up some of his favourite pictures earlier, with a little bit about why he liked each one. As he said, art is a really personal thing and sharing what we like is an intimate act. It's sharing a lot of what we are, who we are, how we see the world.

And so I figured since he was sharing, I'd share too.

So...

1) The Fall of the Rebel Angels by Pieter Brueghel the Elder

http://www.artinthepicture.com/artists/Pieter_Brueghel_the_Elder/rebel.jpeg

I had this picture as a poster on my bedroom wall for years when I was a teenager. I saw it first in Brussels, visiting with my family when I was a kid, and fell in love with it immediately. I don't know why exactly. I know I love the complexity of it, the depth, the fact that every time you go back there, there is more to see. I love the mix of the ugly and the beautiful, the graceful and the grotesque. And I love the grotesque. I think everyone knows I love the grotesque.

2) Tiger in a Tropical Storm or Surprised! by Henri Rousseau

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/f/fa/Surprised-Rousseau.jpg

You know, I love this picture for the same reason I love all of Rousseau's work. He wasn't painting from life. He was painting purely from his own imagination. He never left France. The tiger, the tropical storm, all of it, was inspired by visits to the botanical gardens in Paris. And so when I see the painting, I see a man's daydreams. I see the places he went in his mind when he couldn't go there himself. I see his own weird version of role playing, I think, pretending to be a man who had seen a tiger (even if the tiger in his mind looks rather more like a cat than a tiger) and I think you can all understand why that might appeal to me.

3) Empire of Light by Rene Magritte

http://annex.guggenheim.org/collections/media/full/76.2553.102_ph_web.jpg

I saw this in Venice, again, with my family, and just stood there in the Peggy Guggenheim museum, staring at it for ages. It's one of a series, I later found out, and I like them all. I don't quite know why. I think it's the juxtaposition I like, the weirdness of the sun so perfectly spreading out only nighttime shadows, the way the impossible blends so perfectly together. I like surrealism in general, and this one has the advantage of also being very pretty.

4) Sunflowers by Vincent Van Gogh

http://www.vangoghgallery.com/catalog/image/0454/Still-Life:-Vase-with-Fifteen-Sunflowers.jpg

Not very exciting, and probably quite cliche, but I love Van Gogh's sunflowers. Have done ever since I saw them at the National Gallery. They are just so bright, so colourful, I think you can't help but smile. Plus, I love sunflowers. There's also a story I was originally told about them (which I now think may be untrue) which is that the painting was originally painted to hang on the wall of Van Gogh's spare bedroom. He had been very depressed for a while, but had been cheered by news that a friend was coming to visit. And so, for me, the picture came to represent hope, and hope for happiness, even when one's brain isn't being very much fun.

5) Mother Goose by Arthur Rackham

http://www.collectorsprints.com/_images/rackham/picture/mother-goose-400.jpg

This is another ugly-pretty picture. I've always loved Arthur Rackham's work - I had a load of his pictures on my wall when I was a kid - but I don't like the pretty fairies nearly as much as I like the goblins. I find the goblins fascinating to look at, wonderfully grotesque and, in their weird faces and angles, much prettier than the fairies ever really could be at all.

Plus I like goblins. I identify with them.

So those are my pictures. How about yours?

Eeeeee!

Nov. 5th, 2012 06:28 pm
annwfyn: (seasonal - bonfire night)
Half an hour to go until we get to see the fireworks in Southwark Park.

So glad I'm doing something for Bonfire Night. Soon the sky will be filled with explosions and I will be happy.

Now, what about you? What are you doing?
annwfyn: (Mood - post-manic comedown)
 
 
Mad Girl's Love Song
 
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"

                                                      Sylvia Plath
annwfyn: (Mood - post-manic comedown)
 
 
Mad Girl's Love Song
 
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"

                                                      Sylvia Plath
annwfyn: (love - robin hood)
I appear to be finding poems and love quotes today. I'm not sure why, but here are some more. I shall stop, I am sure, soon.

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annwfyn: (love - robin hood)
I appear to be finding poems and love quotes today. I'm not sure why, but here are some more. I shall stop, I am sure, soon.

Read more... )
annwfyn: (love - robin hood)
One of my favourites quotes in the world is from Dylan Thomas to his wife-to-be, Caitlin.

"I love you more than anybody in the world... I love you for millions and millions of things, clocks and vampires and dirty nails and squiggly paintings and lovely hair and being dizzy and falling dreams."

I think maybe it's because I like squiggles and vampires and clocks as well, especially when they are numbered 13.
annwfyn: (love - robin hood)
One of my favourites quotes in the world is from Dylan Thomas to his wife-to-be, Caitlin.

"I love you more than anybody in the world... I love you for millions and millions of things, clocks and vampires and dirty nails and squiggly paintings and lovely hair and being dizzy and falling dreams."

I think maybe it's because I like squiggles and vampires and clocks as well, especially when they are numbered 13.
annwfyn: (Mood - unicorn)
Outing in spring,
Almond flower petals in the air.
The wind lent them wing,
To adorn my hair.
Whose youth is that over there?
Perfectly handsome and fair!
I intend to condescend
Myself, offering him my hand
For life, and then,
Even if I be cast aside in the end,
There’s no cause for me to repent.

Wei Zhuang
annwfyn: (Mood - unicorn)
Outing in spring,
Almond flower petals in the air.
The wind lent them wing,
To adorn my hair.
Whose youth is that over there?
Perfectly handsome and fair!
I intend to condescend
Myself, offering him my hand
For life, and then,
Even if I be cast aside in the end,
There’s no cause for me to repent.

Wei Zhuang
annwfyn: (Mood - jovial hippo)







    1) I found an awesome willow tree by the river at lunchtime and went climbing on it without falling in.

    2) I cleared a huge backlog of work in a burst of energy.

    3) I finally got round to writing a Vipers In Velvet update (which will make sense to very very few people) and did a weird Renaissance alter ego look at my life which was kind of satisfying.

    4) I had an awesome bonding chat with my boss about life, the universe and everything and think I might actually be making a real friend.

    5) I am now going to the pub for drinks with an actual local person. Also, there will be pizza.
annwfyn: (Mood - jovial hippo)







    1) I found an awesome willow tree by the river at lunchtime and went climbing on it without falling in.

    2) I cleared a huge backlog of work in a burst of energy.

    3) I finally got round to writing a Vipers In Velvet update (which will make sense to very very few people) and did a weird Renaissance alter ego look at my life which was kind of satisfying.

    4) I had an awesome bonding chat with my boss about life, the universe and everything and think I might actually be making a real friend.

    5) I am now going to the pub for drinks with an actual local person. Also, there will be pizza.
annwfyn: (love - green heart)
On one hand, my plan to spend March virtuously sitting at home at my Dad's place, saving money, looking for jobs, tidying my room, reading deep books and thinking pure thoughts isn't really working out as I'd planned.

On the other hand, I am having a lovely weekend this weekend.

Wiffling about my weekend )

On a slightly random note, I also wanted to say 'thank you' to all the people in my life who are repeatedly nice to me, even when I don't necessarily deserve it. Special thanks lately go to [livejournal.com profile] unifex, [livejournal.com profile] becky_spence, [livejournal.com profile] bringeroflight, [livejournal.com profile] ozisim, [livejournal.com profile] faerierhona and [livejournal.com profile] hardwired for regularly letting me descend on their houses, eat their porridge and sleep in their beds and for never eating me up in revenge even once, and also [livejournal.com profile] eniel, [livejournal.com profile] lanfykins, [livejournal.com profile] quisalan, [livejournal.com profile] chrisvenus and Sue Paris (who may or may not have LJ) for being the lovely local people who have gone out of their way to offer me lovely local social interactions.

There are lots of other people as well, I know, but I wanted to thank those people in particular, because I think sometimes all I do is whinge on here, without being clear that I am being supported, and cared for (or sometimes just endured) and people who do that are cool and awesome.

The world is not a bad place really.
annwfyn: (love - green heart)
On one hand, my plan to spend March virtuously sitting at home at my Dad's place, saving money, looking for jobs, tidying my room, reading deep books and thinking pure thoughts isn't really working out as I'd planned.

On the other hand, I am having a lovely weekend this weekend.

Wiffling about my weekend )

On a slightly random note, I also wanted to say 'thank you' to all the people in my life who are repeatedly nice to me, even when I don't necessarily deserve it. Special thanks lately go to [livejournal.com profile] unifex, [livejournal.com profile] becky_spence, [livejournal.com profile] bringeroflight, [livejournal.com profile] ozisim, [livejournal.com profile] faerierhona and [livejournal.com profile] hardwired for regularly letting me descend on their houses, eat their porridge and sleep in their beds and for never eating me up in revenge even once, and also [livejournal.com profile] eniel, [livejournal.com profile] lanfykins, [livejournal.com profile] quisalan, [livejournal.com profile] chrisvenus and Sue Paris (who may or may not have LJ) for being the lovely local people who have gone out of their way to offer me lovely local social interactions.

There are lots of other people as well, I know, but I wanted to thank those people in particular, because I think sometimes all I do is whinge on here, without being clear that I am being supported, and cared for (or sometimes just endured) and people who do that are cool and awesome.

The world is not a bad place really.
annwfyn: (Nonsense - hedgehog courage)
I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.
annwfyn: (Nonsense - hedgehog courage)
I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.
annwfyn: (Mood - pottering hedgehog)


This is from [livejournal.com profile] molez and is actually the most wonderful thing in the whole wide world.
annwfyn: (Mood - pottering hedgehog)


This is from [livejournal.com profile] molez and is actually the most wonderful thing in the whole wide world.

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