Sunday 17 November 2013

A long time coming

I've sat in my room and recounted my thoughts
I've stared blankly until the page distorts
I've always had the confidence to talk in a crowd
But I've never said these words out loud

I've pondered over every detail
And slowly watched my train derail
I've mumbled curved with my head bowed
But I've never said these words out loud

I've research in part and read a little
Become a bit scared and less committal
I'm discovering the lining around my cloud
But I've never said these words out loud

Words change when they are externalised
The writer becomes overly scrutinised
But I’ll take the floor, become the lyrical dancer
And maybe I’ll start to find an answer

I stepped outside of my four walls
Become a man and grown some balls
I've opened my eyes & removed my shroud
And find myself saying these words out loud

Those days of sitting and soul exploring
Of unconscious ambition ignoring
Have consented and I am now allowed
To share and say these words out loud

And so good people, whoever you are
Will this be my hello or my au revoir?
My fate has been handed to my crowd
As now I'm saying these words out loud

You came un-expectant to this open mic
Shall I encore or get on my bike
Either way, I've done myself proud
As, at last I'm saying my words out loud  

Tuesday 19 March 2013

Well produced 'Producers'


When you let yourself be cajoled into seeing a friend’s amateur dramatic performance, you usually prepare yourself for the awkward after show questioning. ‘‘Well, what did you think? Did you like it?’’ 
This past weekend, I headed to see the Maidstone Amateur Operatic Society perform one of my all-time favourite films/musical/ musical films of all time, The Producers by Mel Brooks.
As the programme states it is a ‘serious contender for most non-PC mainstream production ever’.
It requires a male heavy cast, which in my own experience has proven to be particularly difficult in the professional industry, let alone, the amateur side.
Not only was I anxious about the bold choice of performing a highly controversial show, I was also intrigued as to how the cast would handle the irrational actions and reactions demanded by the script. Again, only within my experience, this usually descends past farce with each actor breaking the forth wall and hamming up for a bigger laugh or a scene stealing moment.
I need not have worried.
The show eliminated my need to come up with rehearsed niceties.
The cast came together excellently and genuinely gave their all into a show which expects nothing else.
The farcical script is cleverly crafted. It’s a sideswipe at the manipulative world of show business and serves as a reminder that nothing is above being satirised.
Our lead, Max Bialystock, was portrayed by Chris Chedzey, who quickly and comfortably eased us into the world of The Producers. As a fan of Nathan Lane, original Broadway and motion picture cast, I quickly drew parallels. I can only assume that Chris is also a fan. There was more than one occasion where I found myself comparing his performance to the one I’d heard many times before.
Max’s methods have to be instantly dislikeable whilst the character has to endear himself to the audience. We know his methods are flawed but we all seem to wish him well and even empathise with his behaviour.
This role would be difficult for any actor to pull off and the challenge was expertly met by Chris. His timing was first class, his accent unfaultable and his understanding of the character impeccable. There was a hint of Lane’s portrayal but Chris gave enough of his own originality to the role to dismiss any comparisons as merely homage to the original.
Leo Bloom dreams that his mundane life will be replaced by that which he secretly desires but never dare chase, a Broadway producer. This performance came in the guise of David Amos. After reading the programme, I discovered that this was David’s first musical outside of his school background. Leo is quiet, unsure & timid and whether those on show were an interpretation of a character or just David’s own nerves remains to be seen. All I can tell you is that I was unconvinced about his performance to begin with but fully converted at its conclusion. His spoken vocals and accent were, again. flawless.
Every now and again, amid these strong lead performances, you were catapulted back into the Am Dram world.
Leo was an early but not exclusive culprit of, searched for but never found, bum notes. In my book, this is unforgivable. There are many ways around this but unfortunately these slips were left in. A 'flat' or, more correctly sharp, note, when held and amplified through the house P.A is very noticeable. However this is forgotten as quickly as it arrives.
My one outstanding memory was the collective professionalism of the cast. Not one of them was playing for laughs; no one person was trying to upstage another. The forth wall was breached on few occasions and only when the script dictated and no more. They all remained loyal to the excellent script they had agreed to retell.
To the cast & crew: You should be very proud of your achievement. Please take any criticism as one person’s opinion; this is all it will ever be.
Please keep up your commitment & involvement to the arts, I, for one, will be singing your praises.

Saturday 16 March 2013

Memorabilia memories

As I drink my tea, my mind drifts back to late November last year. A life long ambition fulfilled. One of my greatest wishes and longest wants realised. On Sunday 27th of November we took off from Heathrow terminal 5 bound for New York. It was all I could have hoped for.
New York was so vast, large, buzzing and constant. Within 5 minutes of leaving the confines of the airport grounds, we were bombarded with familiarity, in a place we'd never been.
You can undersell America with overused clichés and stereotypes and New York can be easily lost amongst the tourists. Either way there is no getting over the fact that everywhere you go in New York, someone is taking a picture of something they recognise. Before the illustrious Manhattan skyline was in even in view, we were noticing the unmistakable World State Fair and Flushing Meadows, our driver continually pointed out famous landmarks and identifiable sights. After a little more driving and pointing from our driver and a lot more smiling from me, we were ready. We rounded the bend on the freeway and there it was,for the first time, my New York skyline. I was staring at the most famous city in the world and it was staring straight back. I couldn't take my eyes off of it, I couldn't quite believe it, I didn't want it to ever end and I knew I'd never forget it.
Our mini bus carried about 10 people, who were being dropped at different locations around the city. We were in that vehicle for the best part of three hours, I didn't mind one bit. The time just flew by. Every street bought a new vision. Walk, don't walk signs, famous hotels on famous avenues. Yellow cabs being directed by New York City cops blowing their whistles and directing the traffic in their suburban ballet. Until finally it was our turn to be dropped off.
Over the next 5 days we ticked off all the tourist hangouts, Statue of Liberty, check, Ellis Island, of course, check, Wall Street, done, Empire State, Grand Central and Central park, check check check.
we even saw NYPD officers buying coffee and doughnuts.
Eventually we got around to buying some memorabilia. I bought myself a mug. A mug I use everyday, as much as I can. My mug says that I heart NY, which is true, I do, but I have a feeling that somewhere NY is drinking out of a mug that says NY hearts GE. Until we meet again

Saturday 8 September 2012

Or am I just green?


It’s not often that I have a compelling urge, want or need to expel my feelings through the written word. But my new found desire has found its way to the surface again.
I am not a fan of ‘pop’. Be it, pop music, pop personalities or pop culture. To me, it’s a bit like election trails, I understand the need for it, I understand that it shapes the way we live, it shapes culture & fashions and fuels economy, but I feel no want to be part of that world. In fact, quite the opposite, I have found myself actively leaving the room or putting in my earphones when the public search for new talent rears its ugly head on prime time Saturday night television.
The way that talent is discovered hasn’t changed that much since the 70’s & 80’s, it’s just become a lot more public. It seems the struggle for fame is still upon us but without the struggle. There seems to be a want for instant success with a lack of understanding that the formative years are where you grow as an artist, where you learn your trade. It’s the equivalent of a man who has never run before, being told that after some coaching, from someone who has done, a bit of something, a little bit like, running in the running industry, you’ll be running a marathon. Isn’t it?
You need that confidence, understanding, desire and drive. You need to have set up your own gear, tested your own microphone and died on your arse in front of a crowd of disinterested drunken locals in a pub at the arse end of anywhere. You need to know you trade or at least be aware that it exists. I’m not saying all of the competitors are wet behind the ears as I simply do not have that background knowledge; it just comes across that way.
I can’t get excited by these programmes because I fear for the cast offs, which is the great majority. Of course they have instant success and if they only go in to these competitions seeking a Christmas No.1 and a panto run in Southend (nothing wrong with that) then more power to them.
 I believe Gareth Gates has made a massive impact and progress with not only his speech therapy but is now helping others overcome their own difficulties, as well as having constant work singing & performing.
But which other way did he have to go? From mass hysteria to sell out tours and front covers of magazines. All the hype a young man could need, but you know that there is another series planned less than a year away into which the money and time will be poured.
 It makes a very public mockery of the people making music. It’s all about the quick buck; it smacks of bandwagon hopping, sponsorship deals & PR stunts. It’s more concerned with the personality than the person.
So what’s my point?
When the Beatles were signed they were given 5 year deal. How many of the new artists are given that sort of opportunity? This allowed them to get used to the recording studio, to the live sound and gave the privileged position to excel. Of course nobody could have predicted what was to happen next, but they were given that opportunity. Artists need managers to make sure they appear in the right places at the right times and say hello to the big movers & shakers in ‘the business’ but to actively have someone choose the clothes you wear and the songs you sing depresses me greatly. (I understand that the Beatles were told what to wear and where to stand but they were also given 5 years to evolve, fair trade)
Or am I just green?   

Friday 20 July 2012

The year of the Gav - Abridged

My parents live in a small seaside town on the island. It is always a pleasure to visit them.
This was a particularly memorable week. It was the first time I had discovered the Tennyson trail and the Tennyson monument. I  think my writing had spurred me on to experience new firsts and to seize the day. I needed to fill my time in order to fill my diary.


May 23rd

There's a view from my parents window
That peers across the sea
You have to stand on a bed to see it though
As its very difficult to see
But the sight is well worth the contortions
Breaking waves and sailing yachts
A postcard of mini proportions
And its better than the one I've got
The sky, like no other blue I've seen
The seagulls territorial call
The wind whistling through trees serene
The clouds are cotton wool
The air, a classic summer sea breeze
With the still chill of spring
It stops and lingers around the trees
And gives birds aid to wing
Your mood is changed by your surroundings
You can falsely romanticise
When you return to familiar groundings
you can start to realise
I come into the spare room sometimes
When my thoughts are all askew
To hear the gently blown wind chimes
And to balance out my view


The phrase ‘no other blue’ was a nod to Craig Charles first book. His use of ‘his’ phrase was in reference to a girlfriend's eyes, as I remember. I found it very difficult to get this phrase out of my head and knew I wanted to use it. I hope my use of it delivers the same evocative feeling that I got when I first read it.

Thursday 11 August 2011

Great Britain?


Okay Britain, time to rise again
Reclaim our streets, take back out name
Prove once again to the mindless and hated
That we will not be violently dictated
The Britain I know isn't filled with disorder
It’s filled with great people from every corner
Let’s stick together and not let the majority
Be over run but the ignorant minority
Have great faith and do yourself a favour
Put yourself out and be a great neighbour
Make sure this doesn't grind you down
Be reminded of the goodness all around
Look at the people with wide diversities
Of various backgrounds and ethnicities
All bought together with one dedication
To put something back in to this great nation
Go out and be British, discuss the weather
Feel your community start coming together
Don't see a different colour or race
See a person; put a name to the face
When you leave the house put on a smile
Put some normality back in our lifestyle
Don’t let us be overrun by hate
Ninety nine per cent of the people are great
By trying harder we can all start achieving
Keep the faith and keep believing
Put the love back and get everyone smitten
Let’s put the great back into Great Britain

Wednesday 29 June 2011

Big Tom, little Tom

If my friends were here, what would they say?
How would they react to how I’ve spent my day?
Big Tom would say that I’ve become quiet productive
That I’ve done well not to be tele-visually corrupted
You should turn your book into a feature
And tell how writing is a fearsome creature
But with commitment and persistence
Your raise your profile and your confidence
You can do anything if you put your mind to it
Just make sure you get out and do it
Make sure you have plans and goals set
Don’t look back and have any regrets
So I’ll take the words that Tommy said
Even though they were in my head
Then I’ll move on to little Tom
Who’ll tell me with some aplomb
To go out and speak to writers alike
And try my poetry on an open mic
To just do it and not be afraid
To go and throw my poem grenade
You can never say that the others are bad
At least they’ve taken the chances they’ve had
If you want your writing to become universal
Then you’ll have to get out and stop being anti-social
So you can declare yourself the people’s poet
If you don’t tell the people then the people won’t know it.