Friday, 13 May 2022

Bluebell season : When the colours start to fade

Bluebell season : When the colours start to fade

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13 May

Bluebell season : When the colours start to fade




There are still sporadic bluebells to be seen


Occasionally, they are yet in full flower - and, in some places, can even be seen en masse


They are, however, last flowerings – the dying embers of their lively showing


For another season, the time to be with them in bright profusion has passed


In woodlands, the mantle or torch of colour has, nonetheless, been handed on


These flowers, now in blooms, have their own eerie luminescence


More individual, they seem less dependent on available shade and the direction of light



Nothing is for ever ~ Gösta Kraken


The song 'Candlemas Eve' - on one of Kate Rusby's Christmas albums, Sweet Bells - catches this feeling well





Unless stated otherwise, all films reviewed were screened at Festival Central (Arts Picturehouse, Cambridge)

Wednesday, 11 May 2022

An evening of their special kind of folk from Flook at Cambridge's The Junction (work in progress)

An evening of their special kind of folk from Flook at Cambridge's The Junction

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11 May

An evening of their special kind of folk from Flook at Cambridge's The Junction at 8.00 p.m. (work in progress)


Although it's highly variable as to pitch and intensity¹, there's nothing quite like the deep, oceanic boom of the bodhran, or the soaring flute-and-pipe combination that is part of what audibly defines Flook and the appeal of the group, underpinned by a reedy rhythmicity of the guitar-line, on which bodhran and the woodwind instruments dance, swoop and glide.

Whether, as to open the first set, it's a march and a reel, or a set of gigs, this is music that enlivens, bringing to us a sound-world of otherness - of lively possibility and the possibility of maybe just being in some related, but other, universe, to reach which the facility and expressiveness of Brian Finnegan's playing, ever in close eye-contact with flautist Sarah Allen during significant passages, helps us and lets us find refuge.


Guitarist Ed Boyd likened us² to The King's Singers and – in a good way – an early Syd Barrett demo


Invigorated by the opportunities for live performance (Allen told us that Flook's latest album, Ancora, is three years old, but that few gigs to promote it had been possible that year), members of the band were expansive, in their introductions to sets of tunes, in referencing old Cambridge venues, including Cambridge Folk Festival, and around three decades of instrumental tuition in a summer school in Burwell (Burwell Bash, a connection that had caused pieces to be written in the past, and to some of whose present and past organizers dedications were made).


The craic - the story-telling, the anecdotes that put a set of tunes in context – is all part of the gig


It was clear how strongly the band had missed such places, being able to appear before an audience, and other performers and organizers to whom they also dedicated sets of tunes. Towards the end of the first set, we heard, in this connection, how they were used to being invited to play in Japan, arranged by someone called Yoko, and that one meaning of this name is Ocean Child, the title given to a piece that had echoes and the wider dimensions of folk rock, and of swirling, funky flights above the percussiveness of guitar and bodhran.


With our attention suitably drawn to the existence of merch such as long-sleeved T-shirts, tea-towels [sticking with the 'T' theme ?], beanies, and even CDs and an album on vinyl, Flook whirled us to the end of the first set and the interval...


The second set began with something of a tapping effect from John Joe Kelly and a more resonant guitar-tone (Boyd had two instruments available to him), around which the interlocking steps of flute and pipe could weave, in a number that built in both tempo and intensity and which, as they circled around it, made a generous impression, but with an occasional beat's rest per tutti that kept us – as well as the players – focused.

Next, a lovely initial tone on transverse flute from Finnegan, then joined by Allen and a gentle undertow from the rest of the band – as earlier in the gig, Finnegan could be seen, approaching and adjusting the distance from the microphone to alter the quality of the sound. Likewise, we saw and heard the ease with which Kelly strikes the sweet spot and also maintains, for the phlegmatic notes of pipe and flute alongside it, a steady pattern – especially in the more lively second and third tunes of the set, which, again, felt as though we were occupying some other space, where Joy and Jollity ever abound, and the percussion elements got louder and louder.


One tribute, to fiddler Andrew Dinan, was a lullaby from Austria – breathy, quiet and reflective


Kelly had evidently been working hard under the hot lights. Wanting to check on the football results³, he had 'sat out' that dedication, but rejoined the ensemble, as – with a bouncy style of attack from Allen – she started the band on another set of jigs :

This was a beautiful melding of flute and pipe, with a fairy-harp style of guitar accompaniment, and then, with a vigorous start from Kelly, the second tune was set up, which became a very pleasingly foot-stomping number !



More to come...
















End-notes :

¹ As John Joe Kelly was skilfully and amply to demonstrate in a solo slot (a drum solo with a big difference), before the last official number and the encore.

² In, collectively, parping the trombone theme that features on the first of a set of tunes on the album Rubai, we had been encouraged to better the audience in Newbury the night before. (Boyd had warned the newcomers to a Flook gig, in what was then the front row, that they might not have expected what would happen next...)

³ He is from Manchester, and a City fan. Quietly, but with clear satisfaction, he signalled digitally at an appropriate moment : 4 – 1.




Unless stated otherwise, all films reviewed were screened at Festival Central (Arts Picturehouse, Cambridge)

Friday, 11 February 2022

Pandora's Box, but under the cloak of opportunistic cynicism ?

Pandora's Box, but under the cloak of opportunistic cynicism ?

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4 November

Pandora's Box, but under the cloak of opportunistic cynicism ?















































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The ICYMI Tweets

The ICYMI Tweets

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11 January

The ICYMI Tweets









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Monday, 24 January 2022

Rain Man (1988) Re-visited - but not in a good way

Rain Man (1988) Re-visited - but not in a good way

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24 January

Rain Man (1988) Re-visited - but not in a good way












































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Sunday, 16 January 2022

Tweets by way of review of Branagh's Belfast (2021)

Tweets by way of review of Branagh's Belfast (2021)

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16 January

The Reggie Perrin Tweets














































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Friday, 7 January 2022

If #Titane is 'worse' than Raw (2016), which had potential that it squandered, then Life's too Short

If #Titane is 'worse' than Raw (2016), which had potential that it squandered, then Life's too Short

More views of - or before - Cambridge Film Festival 2019 (17 to 24 October)
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5 January

If #Titane is 'worse' than Raw (2016), which had potential that it squandered, then Life's too Short
































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Monday, 3 January 2022

Proposition : Films set in space, but not really about space, are weird (work in progress)

Proposition : Films set in space, but not really about space, are weird (work in progress)

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3 January

Proposition : Films set in space, but not really about space, are weird (work in progress)












































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Tuesday, 21 December 2021

How not to Tweet about a claim in an Employment Tribunal ?

How not to Tweet about a claim in an Employment Tribunal ?

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21 December

How not to Tweet about a claim in an Employment Tribunal ?












































Unless stated otherwise, all films reviewed were screened at Festival Central (Arts Picturehouse, Cambridge)

Shiny : How to make one billion pounds sterling sound like a large amount of money !

Shiny : How to make one billion pounds sterling sound like a large amount of money !

More views of - or before - Cambridge Film Festival 2019 (17 to 24 October)
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Winter Solstice (21 December)

Shiny : How to make one billion pounds sterling sound like a large amount of money !








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Monday, 13 December 2021

C'mon C'mon (2021) : The [spoilery] view from Bi-Polar Land (work in progress)

C'mon C'mon (2021) : The [spoilery] view from Bi-Polar Land (work in progress)

More views of - or before - Cambridge Film Festival 2019 (17 to 24 October)
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13 December

C'mon C'mon (2021) : The [spoilery] view from Bi-Polar Land (work in progress)










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More to come... ?



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Monday, 6 December 2021

Three predictive Tweets on Matrix 4 : One, Zero, √-2

Three predictive Tweets on Matrix 4 : One, Zero, √-2

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6 December

Three predictive Tweets on Matrix 4 : One, Zero, √-2


Not (necessarily) in Eliot's 4Q sense, but do we know the end from the beginning ?




Postlude cum Prelude :




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Sunday, 5 December 2021

Why to watch The Last Bus (2021) [and wish that many award-winners matched this film's manifold qualities !]

Why to watch The Last Bus (2021) [if only big award-winners had this film's manifold qualities !]

More views of - or before - Cambridge Film Festival 2019 (17 to 24 October)
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5 December (and 8 December, etc.)

Why to watch The Last Bus (2021) [if only big award-winners had this film's manifold qualities !]












More to come (if time permits)...







Unless stated otherwise, all films reviewed were screened at Festival Central (Arts Picturehouse, Cambridge)

Friday, 3 December 2021

A lot of heart : Byron Wallen at Cambridge Modern Jazz with his 'Four Corners' Band (work in progress)

A lot of heart : Byron Wallen at Cambridge Modern Jazz with his 'Four Corners' Band

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A lot of heart : Byron Wallen at Cambridge Modern Jazz with his 'Four Corners' Band (work in progress)












































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Thursday, 2 December 2021

Can’t wait to play for you... And it doesn’t feel weird ! : Trish Clowes with her My Iris Quartet at Cambridge Modern Jazz on Thursday 27 May at 7.30 p.m. (uncorrected proof)

Trish Clowes with her My Iris Quartet at Cambridge Modern Jazz on Thursday 27 May at 7.30 p.m.

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27 May (posted 2 December 2021)




Trish Clowes with her My Iris Quartet at Cambridge Modern Jazz on Thursday 27 May at 7.30 p.m.

Can’t wait to play for you... And it doesn’t feel weird ! [work in progress (uncorrected proof)]






Alongside fluency in and between registers¹, what one can also slow down to hear in Clowes' playing,
behind the clarity of her runs (which Clowes will elide to suit the musical mood or purpose),
is a measure of restraint, of careful placement

Jean-Paul Belmondo


The gig proper – a run-through, as one Covid-informed set, for 75 mins – begins with (1) a jaunty and literally up-beat opener, taking us immediately to the experience and expectation that syncopation, rim-taps, and an emphasis as well as on rhythmicity as on melodic line or material were the things around which this instrumentation-led group of music-makers coalesce and find their means of coherence.

So it was that an early electric-organ solo 'sounded the note of' funk, and Stanley then went on to provide a soft undertow to Clowes – any solos in this gig were just there, and were not in need of / did not invite the apparent appreciation of applause : in a gig like this one, and with a wholly engaged ensemble cast (albeit with Clowes as clear leader), it gets in the way of the ensemble (and mar what one would value).


(2) 'Time', by deliberate contrast, more resembled a ballad, gently, optimistically and unapologetically romantic in the form of its soaring statement on sax, but then, by way of a slightly Caledonian (Hibernian ?) groove and drone, there was an emanating sense of hours that hang a bit too heavily, which yet, by noodling on, one gets past.

Another outright, if brief, statement of the thematic material made way for a slurring and skirling of the tenor-sound, and took us into what, poetically, felt as if they might be the squalliness of sails, and that they (or we) were in the wind and the sky !

Tweet (to come)

(3) 'Almost' began in a free vein, in which the sensation continued of being connected with a world external to the physical venue, of seeing – or even being ? – a bird, coasting on thermal-currents, or of a brook, being followed upstream.

As to both overall content and Clowes' own tone-colour and ambit of palette, there seemed to be, in and beyond the music played, a personal and organic observation and reflection that saw the inner through the outer – or through the other – and its seeming exteriority.


A segue of rim-taps and alterations in tempo and rhythm brought us to the firstlings of Montague's and Clowes' playing off each other, which is one of this quartet's greatest depths. This approach to being present and open to, and as aware as possible of, each other, and – in gigging that already creatively extends the mere (pre)text of a song or tune – an act of addition that seems to exceed the available forces :

For, at times, perhaps we had glimpses here of something more certain or more visible than that which we know (or know that we know), and also the sensation, in the very instant of their vanishing, that other things do and can become tangible.


In (4) 'Amber', a new work from, with or for an old-established cellist collaborator² (and written in the name of the person behind Donate4Refugees), Clowes gave us elements of note-patterns³, and a querulous riff, which, with Montague, became a call-and-response of riffs, before a switch of time-signature [...]



Writing, and performing it, with a sense of place and of its intenseness



(5) 'Morning song' proved to embody tonal uncertainty in what, at first, seemed an open and frank tune from the heart, and which when Montague picked it up, became as if that now-uncertain heart had lurched into a sudden and terrifying perception of the vertiginous actuality of the moment. (Those who have ever experienced an unspecific, but doom-laden, anxiety would have related to that dread moment.)

Moving past which, however, Clowes made a bluesily contemplative re-visit to the initial material, and, joined again by Montague, one could easily imagine a couple, smooching alone on the dance-floor, as evening breakers crashed on the shore-line. (Well, Th'Agent could !)


Again – as in the aside for 'Morning song' (with Clowes saying that it was so called because she wrote it in the morning) – Clowes could not resist describing (6) 'No idea' as 'Another amazing title' – and its start did seem to evoke seeking around, without finding (or else rooting around, but not giving up ?)


In any case, maybe a little as with Bridget Riley's Hesitate (1964) [alluded to above], the material then centres on a falling interval (which 'might' have been an echo of a bird-call* ?), but soon differently modulated, stressed or breathed through, before widening out into another rockin' / stomping section, full of creations and warmth, and a wealth of ideas and optimism.


Yet Clowes, keeping it back and under, and then seeming to resume with the initial thematic content - whereas, perhaps, it was only to bring on the abruptness of the number's ending ?



NB This is where the review 'collapses into' rough expansions / transcriptions / interpretations of the gig-notes...



(7) Riffy opening and to and fro, as to the lead playing, between Clowes and Montague. Then, more Morse-coded marks, gestures or tics led into what felt a haunted, echoic and ruminative soundtrack, perhaps for a noir that exists only on the level of sound ? (As Clowes confirmed afterwards having said on other occasions, she has found inspiration before in the cinematic work of a film-maker friend) – yet one, or of how we feel about ourselves in this (or any ?) world.


In a coda, in and during which the humour of Maddren, more and more theatrically and obviously shuffling and rummaging in his sticks – until all were brought into both hands, and then propelled onto the surface of part of his drum-kit, brought on a broader smile and a snort of appreciation.

Left with Montague, the tempo slowed, the texture broadened outward and into a feeling of nourishment, and a quiet close.



In announcing the final piece, Clowes made it clear that she had had our experience that 'The church sounds amazing !', and straightaway added to that comment A keeper ! (Afterwards, with friends, etc., there seemed to be agreement that the venue's carpeted flooring and other upholstery, as well as the natural construction of the space, makes for a very suitable acoustic.)

Arrival (2016)



(8) 'Free to fall' (from the album Ninety Degrees Gravity) had the feel of a ballad in a folk idiom, being breezily and calmingly mused over.

However, when we moved into the main section, at a fast tempo and with off-beats and the other features of the quartet's style, there was a hinting at bowing-out in a joyous and jubilant moment.

In fact, even if by way of a high-magisterial rock-style solo from Montague, there was a breathy and slow and calmed end to the gig.


The show was over, but we weren’t going to be done with thinking about the atmospheres that, on the isle of this shallow dais, Clowes and the My Iris Quartet had brought before us and, so, into being. Yet, not as Prospero to Miranda, but more the magic that Miranda found herself able to work on her embittered father in her direct and unenslaved response [even if Huxley got there and (cynically ?) subverted it] :

[…] Oh, wonder !
How many goodly creatures are there here !
How beauteous mankind is ! O brave new world,
That has such people in’t ! […]



End-notes :

¹ Which #UCFF tries to invoke as smokily burnished colours in the lower one, and a more lightly coppery timbre above... ?

² Lucy Railton, one assumes (in which case, actually heard live, some time, at Cambridge Modern Jazz) ?

³ Although, when asked afterwards by #UCFF, not actually in any conscious relation to birdsong.




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1982 to 1984 Re-visited : Koestler, Hume and Bernard Williams

1982 to 1984 Re-visited : Koestler, Hume and Bernard Williams

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2 December

1982 to 1984 Re-visited : Koestler, Hume and Bernard Williams














































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