Wednesday, 15 April 2015

Herb Trimpe

I was sad to hear tonight, via Kid Robson, that ace Bronze Age comic artist Herb Trimpe has died at the age of 75. Herb was, for me, the definitive Hulk artist but he was, of course, far more than that. A very gifted artist and, by all accounts, a lovely guy too, Herb will be missed by his fans and, above all, his friends and family. My condolences to them at this sad time. Above is a scan of one of my favourite Trimpe issues of The Incredible Hulk, number 140 ( June 1971 )  -  "The Brute That Shouted Love At The Heart Of The Atom", a very groovy tale from firebrand writer Harlan Ellison, featuring ol' Greenskin's adventures in a sub-atomic world and highlighting Herb's exciting and expressive style in all its Kirby-esque glory.

RIP Herb Trimpe
( Check out some wonderful reviews of Mr. Trimpe's work at this long-lost blog. )

Sunday, 12 April 2015

Cornish landscapes

Recently we spent a week down in our beloved Cornwall and, although the weather was mostly awful, I managed to get a few half decent photos  -  or as decent as my phone can capture. I often wonder if it would be worth investing in a proper camera again.( Our last one was stolen when our house was burgled a couple of years ago and was never replaced. ) Camera phones are obviously handy for quick snaps but my Samsung in particular is not great on picture quality. Anyway... here are a few lovely Cornish landscapes, starting with Lizard Point above, mainland UK's most southerly point. We always see seals basking in the waters here but this time we were lucky enough to see the most seals we've ever spotted in the wild in one day. No pictures of said aquatic beauties  -  you'll just have to take my word for it, Dear Reader :-)
Here are Sarah and James posing in front of the Lizard Lighthouse. ( That's some bad hat, Harry. ) We went on a very interesting tour of the lighthouse, learning about its history and present day use. We also heard that author JRR Tolkein once stayed here and was very taken with the lighthouse. Our guide said that this structure, with its two towers, may have been the inspiration for Mordor's own twin monuments... but I think that's probably as much in the realms of fantasy as Middle Earth...
 Here's the beautiful lighthouse lens.
And the lighthouse itself...
And a few more shots of the Lizard coastline...
 The slipway below is at nearby Church Cove. Looks a bit steep :-)
 And these last few shots are from windswept Mullion, just down the road from where we were staying.
 Even though our holiday was slightly spoiled by about three days of constant wind and rain, plus a nasty bout of food-posoning for me, it was worth it for the times the weather lifted and we managed to get out and about in such a beautiful lansdcape. A windswept, rugged Cornwall still beats a lot of other, more manicued, holiday destinations in my book...

Thursday, 19 March 2015

What he said...

I can't really believe it, but it was two years ago today that I finished my radiotherapy treatment. It was a very short, but very intense period in my life  -  four weeks of intensive, high-dosage treatment to ( hopefully ) destroy a rare kind of blood cancer called plasmacytoma. This all left me feeling far weaker than I'd expected and suffering from some nasty side effects but with time and support from my wonderful family and friends I got through it. The quote and photo above from Ang Lee's fantastic Life Of Pi really resonated with me at the time  -  above all, don't lose hope...

Saturday, 14 March 2015

Recent Gigs: Slow Club and Pond

Two weekends ago. Two gigs. Two nights. Both very different. Both amazing...
First up, some sophisticated indie pop enlivens a dull Thursday evening. My good friend and fellow blogger  Tom Wiggins had very generously bought me a ticket to see Slow Club at my fave venue, Gloucester's Guildhall. I didn't really know the band but I'm always ready to try something new and I trust Tom's taste in music.We got to the venue just before the support band, Happyness, began their set, only to find the place was virtually empty. This didn't bode too well... and neither did the fact that there were chairs and tables set out in the hall, like it was some WI meeting or something. Very odd. Happyness are a very young three-piece band who played some low-key indie, nothing too exciting, but well done. Their set meandered and was in danger of losing the small crowd's attention, despite some decent tunes and accomplished vocals, but they managed to inject a bit of enegy into the last couple of songs to recue it. Tom and I had a chat with the drummer afterwards ( mostly about other bands like the Flaming Lips and The War On Drugs ) who seemed a very nice guy and told us about the band's upcoming dates in Europe and the States. Living the dream...
 Slow Club ambled onto the stage and started with the slow burning Tears Of Joy, a quiet intro building to pop perfection as the song uncoiled around Rebecca Taylor and Charles Watson's sublime vocals. Like many of the songs from their latest album, Complete Surrender, this opening number brings subtle touches of '60s Soul to a modern pop sound  -  never quite an obvious pastiche, more of a colouring that adds extra class. The sparse crowd began to warm to the band but had to be coaxed by Rebecca to come nearer to the stage. Tom and I, of course, were first down the front. Inbetween the full-band songs they dropped in a couple of solo slots, Rebecca's unaccompanied take on Not Mine To Love being absolutely spellbinding. Occasionally her vocals almost hit on a Country sensibility, as her voice catches, as if she can't bear to go on but forces herself to face the emotion of the song. To be fair, Charles has a fine voice too and it's great to see that the couple work so well together, but the sultry Ms. Taylor is the star of the show, with a great line in wry banter and a sensual shimmy across the stage which is approximately 1000% sexier than most pop stars' animalistic twerking.
( Wow, I've never typed the word "twerking" before. And probably never will again. )
 After finishing the set with a storming charge through Suffering You, Suffering Me, with its Motown / Phil Spector vibe, the band came back on for a couple of encores and then sat at the front of the stage and serenaded us with a beautiful acoustic version of The Pieces, a wonderful song made even more special by the up-close-and-personal delivery. The unusually poor turn out for this gig actually worked in our favour here, making this an unexpectedly intimate ending to an excellent night. Slow Club are a great band with some soulful, heartfelt songs  -  hopefully their big break will come soon; they deserve it. Thanks to Tom for introducing me to their world...
The next night saw an entirely different gig experience:
James and I went down to Bristol's famous Fleece to see Australian psychedelic loonies Pond doing their cosmic thing. After a detour to the other side of the city ( we were dropping Sophie off after she'd been home a few days to do some dancing / filming at Gloucester College ) we got to the venue just in time to catch support band Younghusband. They played some decent, jangly indie pop, influenced by the likes of Teenage Fanclub and early Blur, but without any real identity or standout songs. A pleasant enough way to pass the time but hardly memorable. And then the venue began to positively crackle with electricity as the sell-out crowd surged forward and a bunch of ( mostly ) hairy men took to the stage. Looking like an Antipodean Grateful Dead or MC5, Nick Allbrook's band of misfits plugged in and proceeded to melt our brains...
Pond's sound is one of total cosmic chaos and inspired the same loopy wildness in the crowd. It was one of the maddest nights I've seen in the Fleece as wave after wave of psychedelic sound splurged over the pogo-ing crowd until it felt like the grimy old rock 'n' roll barn would levitate and float across Bristol. From the Zeppelin-esque guitar blasts of Giant Tortoise to the more electronic, keyboard-dominated new material, the set was a fantastic sound collage, now heavy, now grooving, now lighter than air. A cover of Brian Eno's Baby's On Fire was one of the few concessions to the verse-chorus-middle eight-chorus model of pop song  -  everything else seemed to be a massive melting-pot of psychedelic psounds, vocals and all thrown into the churning mixture. But, somehow, it all made sense. And the flowery-shirted kids and beret-wearing hipsters all dug it, maaan. The biggest grin of the night came from the keyboard player who dominated centre stage with his mad profesor experiments and looked to be loving every second.
It was certainly eye-opening for James  -  the music was outside of his usual dance comfort zone
( although there were some pretty slippery grooves in the psychedelic gumbo ) and the crowd was far wilder than he'd been used to at previous gigs. I was concerned about his reaction ( particularly to the claustrophobic push and pull of the crowd ) but he absolutely loved it. Me too.
Far out!

Thursday, 12 March 2015

Terry Pratchett

Very sad to hear that the great Terry Pratchett has died today. We've lost a fantastic storyteller and a very witty, wise and brave man. Flags at half-mast on the Discworld tonight...

Tuesday, 24 February 2015

Careful now... they're watching you...

According to the Blogger Overlords "certain sexually explicit content" is now banned from this corner of t'internet and they will strike down upon us bloggers with great vengeance and furious anger if we post such things. As ever with these situations there's no real guidance about what constitutes "sexually explicit content" or even what constitutes the vague qualification of the word "certain". I've never posted anything here that  I would consider to be explicit but, of course, that's just my opinion and other, more enlightened, censors  killjoys fascists moral guardians may have differing opinions. So, I really hope the Blogger Big Brothers have fun trawling through all those thousands of posts out there for the occasional stray nipple and  -  just for them  -  here's a big cock...
 ( It's childish, I know, but I really take exception to this heavy-handed prudishness... )

Sunday, 22 February 2015

And now... the world's crappiest Dalek

Move It 2015

Last weekend Sarah and I went down to that there London to see Sophie taking part in Move It 2015 at Olympia. ( That's her above in mid air. ) Move It is the premier UK expo for the dance / performing arts industry and Sophie's dance college The Big Act were performing and promoting themselves over the course of the three day event.

Olympia is a beautiful Victorian building and Move It and Perform ( dance and theatre respectively ) dominated the huge space.
After watching Sophie and her friends put on an excellent showcase in one of the smaller venues, we were lucky enough to watch her teaching a Hip Hop class in one of the many workshops dotted around the site. It was fascinating to see how a dance routine is taught and it was great to see her leading the workshop, alongside the Big Act dance teacher.

( Although, after hearing it over and over, I never want to listen to Sam Smith's Stay With Me ever again... )
We also watched a few other performances throughout the day which were all very impressive. I can't say I'm really a fan of contemporary dance or musical theatre but I've definitely become more appreciative of such things while following Sophie's dance education.
 One very proud dad and his talented daughter...
And here's a shot of Olympia's exterior. It really is a cool place...

Soundtrack: various tracks by Everything Everything and The Maccabees


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