Loud Music is not THAT good...

Ive been ranting about neighbours - but really loud music leaves your ears ringing. The doctor told me today: "This ringing in your ears is normal, feedback from the brain to the ear. Try not to be stressed and not to tune in."

I looked at this man, who doesn't know me from Adam, nor cares for me any more than he does for Adam. "You are telling me not to be stressed about it, but that it's essentially my fault that the sound continues. So when I hear the sound I will be blaming myself while trying desperately not to hear it, which should be all means and purposes make me more stressed".

I did not thank him when I left.

End of February is National Tinnitus Awareness week. I'll try to get someone to cover it for Resonance.

Meanwhile - 4th Feb is a large bash at Conway Hall in Holborn, to celebrate our five yaer licence, and surviving months of continuous rattling of old bones by tinnitus-inducing (but thankfully transitive) members of the station.

Its all topsy turvey...

I've had the wrong email address for comments to be sent to!
Sorry, no wonder people told me they couldnt leave comments.
Meanwhile: we've been preparing for REFUGEE WEEK 2006

On internet radio station :LONDON LINK RADIO

I heard some really far out stories: running away from Afghanistan, with money from the Mujahdeen - peasouper nights that caused major train crashes, being born with your heart on the right side of your chest and still running for your county..... London's full of worldwide histories.

Sycamore on Sycamore

Foreign body
Outside the window
Dead centre
Of the white frame.

Green flames lick the iron-fisted wind,
Severe life, at times serene
In silence
Yet stiffly calling all the same.

Youngest of large beings
From earth to sky
Angel, miracle,
On veined wings
Descended?

Or evil, alien root
From 'another land'
Ascended?

On Monday 16th my short film plays. Spontaneously poetry to accompany the images and live soundscape mix on the spot.

The Invited Cinema and Signs of Life present:

THE OPEN FILM JAM

8pm-12midnight Date: Mon 16th 06
JAMM, 261 Brixton Road, SW9
FREE
theinvitedcinema@hotmail.com www.brixtonjamm.org

HARARI ......@TheInvitedCinema a band influenced by the traditional music of Zimbabwe

The late John Peel (former BBC Radio DJ) famously described them as producing "the most naturally flowing music he'd ever heard in his life" , and played by him in nearly every show through mid 80s

Today, the band's members are either dead, in jail or broke.
The legendary guitarist Rise Kagona works in a Scottish charity shop

http://ticfilm.net

B r i x t o n i s s a f e

To do a shit job it helps to be with good people. Entertaining people are easier to find than good people, but either will do for a short term...

It's at times of such heartfelt appreciation (ok I'm a bit tongue-in-wherever-it-will go) you recall that money isn't everything you want from work, and since shit jobs don't give us any esteem or status, then one has to rethink one's concepts of currencies.

Travelling makes meeting people one such estimable currency.
Having a series of shit jobs really can compare to travelling without going anywhere, kind of having a 'journey' in your city, touching other people's lives in the fluctuation of days that pass.

I'm always thinking how short life is. Some of my friends have really sucked, some have conjured epiphanies, or given me confidence and stayed around, some influence a life but then go off in another direction and you are no longer compatible.

THe trouble with dealing with such currencies is to not try and hold onto them: places or friends, cause you either hold yourself back for their sakes, or you end up feeling bitter about endings. Just as in dealing with money, it's not much good hoarding it.

So, NEW YEAR AND auld lang syne. Everyone's been with their families and are feeling a little warm inside, or instead are missing a warmth they instinctively know should be there...? A lot of single people think about not having a partner around christmas, indeed it is statistically a high tide for suicides, the holidays.

I met someone from the s t a t i s t i c s o f f i c e today, at the bus stop.
Since I was mugged on the bus (really nice of those well-dressed black boys to work their 'thing' on me, it really woke me up again, and only cost me fifty quid). Since then I've determined not to be scared on the same bus journey and now actively promote a talkative atmosphere, a sense of loose community and common law as a way of combatting it.

This kind of interaction probably the only way to improve the setting we all find ourselves in in this day and age, but needs so many people to get involved...

HAVE YOU EVER BEEN TO A RECLAIM THE BEACH PARTY?

TIME TO ANSWER BACK......
If you have a bike: try a reclaim the streets protest, it was one of my finer memories of my uni education.

Meanwhile, the possessed Christians above me continue to laugh maniacally and thump around like giants with leaden feet....the statistics office is right near my work, neither I nor the woman who worked there in security could think why such a mundane subject as Public Statistics (even though it is the public who ARE the statistics, it is not statistics FOR them) would have such high security.

All we could think was that the statistics are very valuable, very much confidential, and very desirable. They do say knowledge is power....