Sunday, February 19, 2012
RIP - Michael Davis
Uh, oh - thanks to Cranny who points out that Michael isn't on this clip. He is on this though. Heid on upside down moment.
Friday, February 17, 2012
As with the Edinburgh gig, I harboured an inkling that I might make it along tomorrow night but it seems unlikely. The last few weeks have taken their toll. Hell The Glasgow Film Festival is on too and I only just glanced at the programme the other day.
It would appear that events which would have been rubberstamped with "priority" are taking a backseat to the heavy dose of reality that we hereabouts find ourselves tussling with.
So check out the Lux thing on facebook and go along if you can. If they creep into the black, the money will go to charity
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Friday, February 10, 2012
It’s been a few days since I’ve been on here. There’s a lot going on with my father having exited the theatre and any lollygadding will have to wait. Thanks to all of you folks that chimed in over the past wee while. It’s greatly appreciated. Our mother was just moved into a local community hospital so we’re anxiously waiting to hear what’s happening next with all that. Things are a wee bit bit tense.
The funeral itself went as well as these things can go, even managed to shoehorn a mention of The Dahlmanns and also Elvis into the eulogy. Angela Boyd played a spine chilling “Lament for Mary MacLeod" during the service, a request made to me when I dad-sat on Christmas day. It was cool to be able to grant that particular wish.
Dealing with the aftermath is a one step forward, two back dance formation. It’s not even possible to place an ad in the local rag without encountering regulatory bullshit. We’ll deal with that later. “There’s A Piper Down” could only appear in the listing in italics, at the end. In the online version it looks daft but at least it’s in there.
Close friends and associates will recognise this phrase from “So I Married An Axe Murderer”.
Tonight is my first night off in a long time. I’ll probably be asleep by 9pm.
Saturday, February 04, 2012
I guess I’m not ready to write anything on here about my dad yet. Will I ever be?
That’s what I’m asking myself right about now. Well-intentioned people are telling me that we need time to grieve but there’s stuff to be done. My brother and I, along with the family are all pretty pragmatic. We have no interest in what is or is not appropriate. Not really. Some antics that some people think are appropriate are distinctly not so. But we’ll give the guy a send-off and a half if at all possible.
But here’s what I’m grieving about to the point of apoplexy. How could people as good and kind be reduced to what’s happened to both of our parents in recent weeks? My dear, dear friend Amy Rigby wrote a song called “Don’t Ever Change”. It’s more of a hymn that most any actual example of that. It includes a line, “I don’t have religion but I’m trying to pray”.
I’m trying for sure but this proves conclusively that this god business is bollocks. If he (it can’t be a she) exists then let it be known that he’s pissed up my back so payback is coming.
Actually, I do have religion – RAMONES. And let us not forget Lux in all this but until there are churches to celebrate them colour me out.
Thursday, February 02, 2012
RIP - David Hutton
My father passed away after a long tussle with the dreaded cancer on Tuesday afternoon. Iain an I are on a steep learning curve trying to take care of this sad business and it ain't exactly a cakewalk. I'll write something about him later but it's all just a little raw.
So hang tight. There's likely to be a period of inactivity whilst we try to make sense of all this and support one another through the firefight. Thanks to all of you who send good vibes. You know who you are.
I guess I won't in be seeing The Fleshtones at El Sol on Friday after all...
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Hello,
We'd like to invite everyone to the Monorail Film Club this Sunday when we'll be screening a restored print of Billy Liar.
Billy Liar is the most transcendent of all the British New Wave films, Tom Courtenay's brilliant Billy not so much fighting against, but able to imagine himself out of the limitations of his humdrum life. Trapped by his family, his job, his surroundings and two doomed engagements, his main hope is his own intelligence and Liz (Julie Christie) is idealized sometime girlfriend. Schlesingers direction is fantastic and fun, colliding the optimistic newness of the 1960s with a grim up north realism.
Selected and introduced by Blair Young, video director and co-founder of The Forest Of Black.
The Monorail Film Club is generally on once a month in the GFT.
It is informal and open to everyone. We recommend booking tickets in advance from the box office on 0141 332 6535.
Billy Liar (Schlesinger, UK, 1963)
Sunday 29 January, 7.30pm @ GFT , 12 Rose Street , Glasgow . G3 6RB
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