Here’s a little aerial and fake model shot of the lovely town of Berwick-upon-Tweed. Snapped during my first try out of the DJI Phantom 3 Drone (which is fab). Shot taken in DNG and fiddled with in Lightroom. Being able to do this kinda stuff is getting me ever so excited. Plus I never had a RC plane when I was kid – just wind-up train sets.
Cuff. It’s one of those words that if you say it more than 17 times, ceases to have any meaning whatsoever. I’ve said it 18 times in a row and I now have to resort to Wikipedia :
‘A cuff is an extra layer of fabric at the lower edge of the sleeve of a garment covering the arms. In US usage the word may also refer to the end of the leg of a pair of trousers. The functional purpose of turned cuffs is to protect the material from fraying and, when frayed, to allow the cuffs to be repaired or replaced without major changes to the garment.
Cuffs may be made by turning back the material, or a separate band of material may be sewn on or worn separately attached by buttons or studs. A cuff may show an ornamental border, or have an addition of lace or other trimming.’
Anyway, check this one out. Currently on display at the Re-Dress exhibition at Paxton House. 18th Century I think, from the time when fabrics were luscious and deep, and men were a bit on the small shouldered side. But yes, the exhibition is well worth a visit – it’s on until May 31st and features not only original court costumes but new and cool stuff designed by students from Herriot-Watt University. And there’s a great movie being shown! And the scones are fab!
Also, we managed to sneak in and do a bit of time-lapse while no one was watching 🙂
So, when was the last time you walked into a bar at 9pm on a Saturday night and saw, amidst the pints and excellent choice of classic indie and punk being played by the DJ’s…People with their heads buried in a paper thick with dense type, erudite words on music, vibes, theatre and not only that…But people under the age of grey hair and crumbling knee’s? Where are the iPads? Where’s the instant gratification of the 3 second news feed and rolling RSS?
Welcome to the launch of The Trip / 2. A proper inky, tangible and papery bit of press pulled together by Kyle Dickson. It seeps on to your hands as you read it. It has an odour redolent of the 1980’s print battles with Rupert Murdoch. It folds, creases and after digestion, would make a great paper boat. And it’s free.
How does that happen?
Via the medium of hard work, the sense of a vibe, the feeling that a surf is building up in Berwick that is white tipped with talent, originality and a real sense that something, somewhere is going to happen. The Trip is the antennae for all this. It reminds me of a favourite magazine – Uncut – produced by the oldsters who used to staff the old and inky NME & Sounds and which is a rich fest of music, words and anecdotes. With one difference though – The Trip is very much of the now.
I think that it also perfectly demonstrates the law of creativity, in that that good stuff comes out of adversity. No money, at the end of the East Coast Line, a million miles away from the 5 minutes trends of London, a little bit sleepy. But that is exactly what provides the springboard for doing something. If your hometown is rubbish, you’ll do something about it. If your hometown is the equivalent of a New Arcadia, then what are you gonna do? Kick back, listen to Pan and his godawful pipes, eat grapes and do nothing. You’ll probably turn into Brian Eno.
I wrote, in an earlier post, how the internet is re-wiring the brains of its users to concentrate information only within the narrow confines of 30 seconds worth of reading. There’s a bit more than that in The Trip. The internet is great.
The Trip though, is greater.
In amidst the bands and rock ‘n’ roll, there’s whole host of other interesting things happening in Berwick-upon-Tweed. One is the rumoured opening of a 24 Hour Greggs that also sells lager, but also a slice of zeitgeist capturing publishing called ‘The Trip‘. Issue 2 has just been produced, there’s a launch party this weekend at The Barrels and Kyle D, who haunts Twitter like a modern day beatnik and produces the mag, has a great interest in music, design, typography, photography and simply anything that bubbles up out of nothing to create something wondrous. There’s a lot of that around here. Parochial it isn’t. Is it a scene? Dunno…But something’s afoot. Get The Trip, go to The Barrels / Enjoy.
..They brought a storm with them, raised the roof, the rafters and created one hell of a great sound. Fresh from the previous nights gig at Eyemouth, The Warehouse Announcement as usual, poured 200% energy and passion into a fabulous performance. The gig was great from start to finish..But three highlights stood out for me :
1)’Keep on Movin’ which morphs into an extended, hip grinding, dirty rhythm’ed workout that injects legal amphetamine into your feet.
2) The new track! Dunno what it’s called, but god, it’s s blinder.
3) ‘Harrys Out’.There something about this track. And I don’t know what it is. The opening refrain, played by Scott is somehow full of meaning – resignation – sadness perhaps, but subtly beautiful also…It’s like the vague autumnal regret at not having made the best of an all to brief a Summer. Then the Goldie guitar weaves in and out, soaring and delicate, while the lyrics…”…Tried to paint some colours over grey…why don’t people let me breathe…It’s the only place that lets me dream….”
Like the best literature, the best music feels as though it’s been specially written for YOU. Have you ever read a book where you felt the author was speaking to you? About your life, your condition and the way you think? Call it the Catcher in the Rye effect, but ‘Harrys Out’ is like that. A true desert island disc.
Espionage of the Loc : were completely brilliant (video to come) – I still can’t work out what to call their music, but they were tight, melodic and full of post punk, psyched out pop and weird brilliance.
The Barrels : I’ve decided I love this place. I want to move in with a sleeping bag behind the bar and listen to great music 24 x 7.
Berwick : Small place…Last outpost of England…Full of epoch changing history…A bit tired in places…And then….It produces some very talented , wonderful musicians and creative people. Stuff happens in the final corner of England. Plus there’s The Trip & the Spittal chippy.